I'm running again--running errands, through the city, around the house, to appointments, sometimes for nothing. I can barely hear His whisper when I'm running but between sliding my debit card and sliding into the van one more time, I sense His presence. He's calling to me, calling for my running to turn toward Him. I recognize that sense. It always sweeps in and settles over me like a dove landing gently and I ponder all the way home how I'm going to find the time to run toward Him. Actually, if I'm honest, it's not time I need, it's priority shifting.
I turn up the road that leads home and I long to run to Him. I know the fulfillment when I open my arms to Him in the morning and embrace His goals for me. I've known what happens when I do; He changes my plans, my running, my direction. He reminds me I'm running aimlessly at times and that it's okay to stop. He shows me what's unnecessary so I don't have to worry that I'm not completing what's important.
Lord, I'm coming home to You.