He’s in a competitive phase lately — my son. Everything is “faster” and “stronger” and “better”.
And he’s the fastest and the best.
We remind him to be humble.
But the other day, during one of his “I’m faster than so-and-so monologues” he said thoughtfully, “mommy, no one is faster than God”.
Oh son. How right you are.
God can always catch up to us, no matter how far away we run. When we’re searching for Him, He’s there like a finger-snap. When we run down the beach toward him, He meets us way before we get halfway.
God is the fastest.
And I said to my son — boy, I’m sure glad God is faster and stronger and better than me. There are lots of times when I’m not strong or fast.
And his response? Well, maybe then God can carry you.
And my mind goes straight to the sand and the footprints. And all of a sudden there’s only one set of prints. And I’m in His arms.
Because He’s the strongest.
Their Redeemer is strong;
The Lord of hosts is His name. Jeremiah 50:34 NKJV
And He’ll run to me.
And the only time
The only time I ever saw Him run
Was when He ran to me
Took me in His arms, held my head to His chest
Said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice
He said “Son, do you know I still love you?”
It caught me by surprise when God ran