“I remember …
When they were young, they would fall, hurt themselves and come running to me. They ran to me because I could take the pain away. They ran to me because I could make it better. They ran to me because everything they needed was found in me.
They got older and thought it was a sign of maturity to not come running as often. They thought it childish to come running all the time.
Yet as they stopped running to me, they discovered they didn’t have the wherewithal to fix it when things got messy, when things hurt. Instead of running to me they thought they could run elsewhere and get the same care, get the same attention, the same warmth, the same care, the same wisdom and the same love.
They ran to other things because they thought as grown ups they didn’t need to run to me anymore. Only to find themselves caught in the trap of pride. Too proud to admit they were running to the wrong to make things right. Too proud to see that they could still find what they needed in me without diminishing their growth. On the contrary running to me wasn’t a sign of immaturity, it was an indication of the faithfulness that underpinned our relationship. But they were too proud to admit it.
So they carried on running to the wrong to make things right. Until they got tired of running and eventually tired of living.
But it never needed to be that way. It didn’t need to be that way at all.
Because I remember … ”
(This keeps running …)
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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