Running Away

"We've learned to run from anything uncomfortable" is a line from Paramore's song Miracle. I don't really listen to Paramore (i'm more of a Jonas Brothers/country listener myself) but I totally have to agree with them. It's like our first instinct is to run away. And it's not just when we are uncomfortable. It's when something is hard or scary or emotional or frustrating or crazy or any sort of feeling that we just don't want to feel anymore.

If you are anything at all like me, God bless your little soul, you've probably thought about running away at least a time or two. The thing is, normal people think about running away when they're twelve. Not me, though. I never could have done it...too big of a baby. However, ever since I turned 18, I think about it all the time. Like, I honestly wish I could just pack as much stuff as I can in my car, fill up my tank, and drive to California. Will I ever do it? Possibly. It's not that I hate everything here. I have wonderful friends and family members who take care of me and are at my side whenever I need them. I appreciate that my parents still let me live at home without paying rent even though i'm twenty years old and should probably grow up. I don't mind living in a little town where everybody knows everybody. I think it's cool that not all of our roads have street signs and if you say you're from Canal Fulton people automatically say 'where's that?'. I like it here, but I need to get out. I don't think i'm better than it, but I want so much more than this small town life. Anyways, me wanting to get out of here is not what this blog is about. It's about running away.

There are two main types of running away. There's literally putting clothes in a backpack and running away from your house, and there's running away from God. In some situations, running away from home may be the safest decision you have. But if you come from a good home where you are being taken care of and noone is harming you physically or emotionally...just stay there. Fighting with your parents over whether or not your room is clean is NOT a good reason to just pack up and leave. And running away from God: stupid. I guess not so much stupid, but pointless. My reasoning? He's gonna catch you.

You're not fast enough. You can't run too far or too long. You can't go off-trail and get lost. No matter how fast or how long you run, or how twisted your path may be, you can NEVER outrun God. Go ahead and try. Because I can almost guarantee that if you look over, He's going to be running right next to you, waiting for you to run out of breath. And when you do, He's going to breathe for you. But maybe you're already running because you don't know what to do. And when you look over, you can't see God and you think you've outsmarted Him. The thing is, He knows where you're going even if you don't. So He'll be there: with a towel, a glass of water, and open arms. Instead of running away from God, just run to Him. Run as fast as you can into His loving arms and just let Him embrace you. That's all we're really looking for, anyways. Someone to love us and hold us and tell us that everything is going to be okay. Well, that's what God wants to do...so let Him.

Running away doesn't solve your problems; it just changes them.



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