It looked like it was going to be a wonderful vacation – until we had to start running.
Recently, I had the chance to travel with John while he was working. We were driving up north to Ohio and West Virginia, states I’ve never visited. Woo hoo! I was ready for some time off. Let’s go!
There was only one little problem. After the first day, we had to alter our route because of a winter storm. Don’t get me wrong, I was excited about the prospect of seeing snow. I just didn’t want John to have to drive in it. After all, we’re from south Louisiana. The schools close if there’s even a hint of a heavy rain storm or sub-freezing weather. We shut down the town and absolutely do not drive if it snows. We surely do not! So we ran in the opposite direction.
We made it to Ohio just fine, even though we didn’t get to do any sightseeing. We were running ahead of the snow and sleet storm.
When we arrived in Canton, some snow had already fallen, and more snow was slowly drifting down. I loved it! For the next two days I played in that beautiful white power and took pictures while John worked. I rested.
Our next scheduled stop was in West Virginia. The only problem? Eight to ten inches of snow predicted! So we ran for home. This new storm was anticipated to have a winter mix as far south as north Louisiana. We needed to leave early and drive as far as possible. We skeedaddled!
We’re no strangers to running. After all, we’re from south Louisiana. We have hurricanes. A few years back, we had two summers with two hurricanes each – back to back. By the time the fourth hurricane rolled in, we were exhausted from evacuating. For the first three storms, we secured the house and left for safety. We ran ahead of the storms that were predicted to be a direct hit. But for hurricane number four, we decided to hunker down, and ride it out at home. We were worn out. We were tired of running.
Isn’t that the way it is in life sometimes? We run from the storms, the difficulties, the problems of life, wanting to avoid them, rather than walk through them. We run from our past, from our present, from our God. We vegetate and medicate (drugs, alcohol, a good book, even TV) and suppress, but never process our feelings.
At some point, don’t you just get so tired of running? Me too. Let’s stop. No more skedaddling. After all, the best part of running is when you stop. When you’re home, where you can rest.
Let’s stop running from the storms and run home to Jesus. Let’s trust that the God who raised Jesus from the dead will equip us and strengthen us to walk through any storms life brings our way.
“I can never be lost to your Spirit! I can never get away from my God! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the place of the dead, you are there. If I ride the morning winds to the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, your strength will support me.” Psalm 139:7-10 (TLB)
Don’t run from your storms; run to your Savior.
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