Running from Nothing


There have been many times in my life when I've wanted to run from everything I'm currently doing. Not because its too difficult. Not because I don't think its important. Not because I think there is something better.

I want to run because I'm antsy.

I want to run because I think restlessness is a bad thing.

I want to run because I'm discontent.

And I, of course, can come up with a myriad of reasons as to why I want to run. But are any of the reasons justified? Or am I running because of my discontentment?

Could it be that there is some wicked in me?

Could there be parts of who I am that aren't of God at all?

When life gets difficult.
When life stares us in the face like a lion.
Do we want to run?

Or do we stand boldly and press on and through?


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