The Pursuit

Today was one of those days. One of those days when you stop running. And you realize you've been running so long you've forgotten what you're running from. And you look behind you, and before you know it, emotions have caught up with you. And then everything, every piece of everything you ever held on to, becomes overwhelming and frightening. Like it's all wrong. You thought everything fit, but now it's fallen apart, and you don't even know where to start to picking up the pieces. You're so broken you don't know how to heal.


Perhaps you've been running, against the wind, bitten by fear and scared to look back. When the Lord pursues you, it can be frightening, and everything in you says "don't look back." You're traveling down the lonely road, because you've decided you could take everything upon yourself with ease. Pretending that being in control of your own life would be best, and that God need only be there for your disposal. You want to be "big" for a change.

Sooner or later, you'll figure it out. That God will pursue you until your feet are ragged from running away from him, whether you're looking back or not. He won't stop. And his pursuit is in love--to show us that when we do make mistakes, when we stumble and fall, he hasn't forgotten us. He is ready to forgive our sins, and pick us up and hold us close. It's at those points, when we see how ragged our feet are, that we realize our need to stop running, and cling to our heavenly Father. In his unconditional love.

And perhaps what we forget the most is that His pursuit is constant. We can never fall beyond where he can reach us. And we are always in His hands.