When someone you love is running

“Speak,” He said. “Tell this one. Today.”

I’d been thinking as I rode along in the **BMV, favorite CD poked in, about those we love who are running away.  Thinking how there’s no one here, nobody at all, who doesn’t know someone who’s running.

You don’t get to live down here and dodge that bullet. The world’s too big and folks are just so different that it never works that way. Everyone – everyone – knows a runner, loves a runner, or was a runner, and in all of that, there’s a lot of hurting that happens, and it can nearly take a person out if you don’t know how to look at it.

Everyone has a story, see, and you can’t usually tell on the face of it what a person’s carrying.  Maybe that’s why Jesus said, “I look past the outside right on down into the heart,” and, “Don’t judge the other fellow,” and stuff like that, things this girl needs to listen to more, and she’s trying.  But that’s another post for another day.

Anyway. Back to this thing of runners and those who love them. What if (this is what He whispered to me plain the other day), what if?

What if those who are running away – running from us, running from Him – are actually running right to Him, even if they don’t know it yet? What if that?

What if this all-knowing, all-wise, everywhere-present Father we love, you and I, is just that big that He can guide the wildest runner’s steps and lead them straight to Him? Even when they’re running in what looks like the absolute, opposite direction from Him and us? What if that?

You can see how much peace this spoke to my own heart, can’t you, as I thought of the precious runners I love? Can you see, you who pray and weep and intercede over your own beloved runners, the peace He means for you?

He really is that big. He really is that wise. He really is that loving to guide a runner’s steps straight back to Him. He can, and He will.

Praying for you today, dear friend, and your runner.

**BMV – Blue Mommy Van