Running after...

Tonight I realized that there are days that I am not a follower of Jesus, I am one that chases after him because I've stopped and he's kept walking. I'm standing in a worship service tonight singing and praying and I had this image of me running after Christ. All I can see is the back of his head and the back of his robe pretty far ahead of me. When I get to him, all I can do is breathlessly touch his robe. That is enough. He turns to me with a gaze of acceptance. My heart was moved.

In that moment, I realized that sin pulls me away from Jesus. It makes me stop. "Ohhh...something shiny" and I wander away from being close to the One. I realize that with Jesus, I am so much like my almost 3 year old son, easily distracted by stuff. I am so easily distracted causing me to wander.

So, I start and stop. I walk, I stop, and then I run. Don't know what I'd do if I ever lost sight of Jesus. So far so good. I'd feel that panic of being lost. But, would Jesus search for me? Yes, I know so. He said so. Would I search for Jesus? Yes. I hope so...

Hey Jesus, wait up. Sorry. Got a bit sidetracked.