The Chase

I remember when my son was about two years old he loved to wander away from me. It used to scare me to the point I would have nightmares that he would wander away while I was feeding my daughter and I would not know where to find him.

When he would wander away I would look all over for him, my heart pounding and fear running through my veins. Then I would spot him and relief would set in. A sense of peace would come over me. And then he would look up and see me. And he would run. Away. Again.

The chase would begin. I would get close to catching him and then he would run the other way. He was afraid to be caught and I couldn’t bear losing him. He was afraid to face punishment and I just wanted to love him and keep him safe. I knew what could happen if he ran into the street. He didn’t. I knew what could happen if he didn’t stay with me, holding my hand. He didn’t. I knew he was worth risking my life for. He didn’t.

Do we understand that our Father wants to protect His children and keep them safe? Do we understand that He knows what can happen to us when we run from Him? Do we understand what can be if we stay with Him and hold His hand? Do we understand that He felt we were worth risking His life for? Do we live like we believe that He couldn’t bear losing us so much that He gave His one and only son to take our punishment?

Stop the chase. Surrender yourself and believe that He loves you and knows what is best. He is chasing you and the price had already been paid. Run into the arms of your Father and live inside the space where He is able to protect His much loved child.