I walk through the gates of SCH. So many children run up to the team to be loved on. One little girl runs full speed ahead to be hugged. She’s caught by a team member and swung up into her arms. This little girl is so insistent in wanting to be held. If somebody is not paying attention to her, she will push other children away. If somebody calls to her, she will run so fast and jump into her arms. She’s always running to someone so that she can be hugged and carried and loved on.
The thing is, is that she’s blind. She can’t see where she’s running to. But she runs so fast to the sound of her name when I, or anyone, calls. Sometimes she runs into a wall, an edge of a bed, another child. And yet she doesn’t hesitate to come. She knows that, after I pick her up, she’ll be safe in my arms, held tightly and loved so much.
How often do I hear God calling my name and don’t come running? I worry that I can’t see what’s in between me and God. I could run into something! What if I bang into a wall and am injured? I don’t even realize that God would pick me up and love me. Even though he’s so great and merciful, I have the audacity to think that God wouldn’t pick me up. He is my Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, and Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6); of course he will pick me up when I fall.
Lord, help me to not be afraid to run to you. Let me know that you are always in front of me and will pick me up when I fall. Let me know that you are at my right hand and that I have no reason to be shaken.
“I have set the Lord before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.” Psalm 16:8
