The Chase

I was 7 miles in when it hit me. No, not literally, but an hour alone with your legs and the roads will do that.

My mind was on a neighbor friend. She's been a constant over the last few months and I saw her face while I was running. What a sweet spirit. Slow to speak. Pure. It got me thinking about our friendship and how two use-to-be-strangers cross over the threshold into "friends".

I typically reach out. He put it in my name. I like to listen and it's not hard for me to call out to the girls for late nights or playdates. But this time it was different. I didn't pursue. I didn't make the texts. This sweet friend called my name and opened up her story and asked about mine.

That's where it hit me. It's all about the pursuit. The Chase. We were conceived after a chase. And before, when He was walking the earth, He said He would chase after you, even if you were the only one left.

To know that you are always being pursued. Chased. Simply because you are you.

Ahh. Just rest in that.

He doesn't need you to do anything or be anyone. Just. You.

So now I will do my part. Hands and feet. I will pursue His kids and let them know that He's chasing them relentlessly. Even if it's not in your name to reach out, it's not really for you anyway.

It's about the others.

And what you'll soon find out, is that the reward will come to you too.