God Ran...

I was driving to pick up my brother from training and I was thinking about how excited I was to see him.  I couldn’t help wondering if I would run to meet him.  Almost immediately reasons sprang to mind of why I shouldn’t:  I don’t want to sweat.  What if I embarrass him?  Maybe I’ll fall.  I’ll be wearing a dress, it isn’t ladylike.  And so on…
 
But God, ran toward me.  In the story of the prodigal son – who represents me – the father – who is a picture of God – ran, full sprint, towards His son.  No matter the terrain.  Regardless of who was looking.  In all types of weather and all kinds of clothes.
 
It is worth thinking in awe:  God ran toward me.