Racing Against God

Last night, I was trying to catch Gracie who had managed to climb the stairs and get into my bedroom. When I found her, she gave me a look that immediately let me know that she was up to something. I reached for her, and she quickly flipped around and started running circles around my room. I chased her and it didn't matter how close I got to her, she would somehow manage to squeeze away. However, I kept after her until finally she grew weary of the chase and I snatched her up.

Sometimes we don't do it intentionally, but it's easy for us to find ourselves running away from God. We find every possible way to escape His gaze and His hold over us. This can happen through the choices we make, even when we know they aren't right for us. Maybe we've been too surrounded by noise to be silent and listen to God's voice. There are plenty of reasons for why we may be running a foot race with God: fear, bitterness, anger, depression, pride...the list goes on and on.

Eventually though, running becomes tiring. It may have taken me several minutes chasing Gracie before I finally caught up to her, after she was tired of running. We can't run from God for forever. At some point, whether it's because we've hit rock bottom, or we're just plain exhausted, God gets a hold of us. Once I had caught Gracie, she settled into my arms with her heart racing, but was motionless as if she'd accepted her place. God is home for us, and once we've felt His love again, we are swept up in it and we never want to escape again. 

It's easy to lose sight of our faith, but we have the comfort in knowing that God is always right behind us. No matter how hard we may fight, God is right there to pick us back up once we hit a wall. It can be scary at first, but there is nothing better than accepting God's love. It's better than any possible reason that tempts us to run. So quit running, just take a breather and let God do all the work.