When I turned my back on what the world had for me, I ran straight for what God had for me.
And I’m still running.
Into His goodness, into His love.
Into every truth that He had for me.
Into who He was and is.
Running and believing.
And in the moments the world calls my name, Asking me what I’m running towards, asking me to calm down and demanding my attention.
I barely find time to look over my shoulder and tell the world I’m running towards the One who has named me.
The One who has used His life to define love to me.
The One who has not given up on me.
I run to the One who has called me.
Oh world, you can keep calling my name, but I’ve got my eyes fixed, my heart consumed, and my feet towards the One who first spoke me into existence.
I’m not turning back.
I’m only running faster. Wholeheartedly.
With All that I am.