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.
Come with me as we grow in fellowship with each other and our Savior to whom belongs the Amazing Escape from sin and death and the Amazing Journey into glorious life.