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| Floored Again! Once more, He peels me off the pavement. |
“He who runs in front of the car gets tired. He who runs behind gets exhausted."
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I saw this in my Droid's daily joke app. I thought it was funny and posted it yesterday on Facebook. I woke up in the middle of my sleep to write another thing. I saw this silly post. I wondered, "why on Earth did I post this". The question really needs rephrasing. "Why in heaven... The Lord started pouring out the following idea to me:
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I saw this in my Droid's daily joke app. I thought it was funny and posted it yesterday on Facebook. I woke up in the middle of my sleep to write another thing. I saw this silly post. I wondered, "why on Earth did I post this". The question really needs rephrasing. "Why in heaven... The Lord started pouring out the following idea to me:
Tire Squeals
I stand here with tire marks on my face, from the moving car of God and His presence. I ran in front of His car (which is more like an eighteen wheeler) with confident expectation that He wants to spend time with me. Of course He does. He runs toward me with even more excitement (and speed) than I, just like a Father sees beloved son in the distance (a prodigal? I pray not). Not only that, He flattens me. I recover in a cartoon state, with flattened image of Tony on the road. He picks me up, brushes me off, revives me, and then places me in the distance for another go at it. I hear God laughing (in His "loving” way) while He revs His engine, as He moves with tire squeal. He loves these "hit and re-runs". This is His grace.
But it seems whenever I chase Him from behind, in my own strength, I just get exhausted. It's so hard to chase God. Yet even when I chase Him in my flesh, there is validity and blessing in this. In the process, I am overcome with God's exhaust. (Naturally, His exhaust is not like earthly poison.) I wind up "down-for the-count-on-the-floor" again.
He stops the truck. He laughs and says "That kid o' mine has got spunk. Let's do this again!". He gets out of the vehicle, walks back to me, picks me up, dusts me off, and whispers kind words to me. Then He either leaves me there to engage in the chase again, or He places me off in the horizon for the next round of hit and re-run.
But it seems whenever I chase Him from behind, in my own strength, I just get exhausted. It's so hard to chase God. Yet even when I chase Him in my flesh, there is validity and blessing in this. In the process, I am overcome with God's exhaust. (Naturally, His exhaust is not like earthly poison.) I wind up "down-for the-count-on-the-floor" again.
He stops the truck. He laughs and says "That kid o' mine has got spunk. Let's do this again!". He gets out of the vehicle, walks back to me, picks me up, dusts me off, and whispers kind words to me. Then He either leaves me there to engage in the chase again, or He places me off in the horizon for the next round of hit and re-run.
Such is life in His presence — running, not walking, in the spirit.
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Note about this post: For creative license and comedic effect, I did not include the countless rides in God's vehicle — the encounters in His presence. I focused on the God chase, the romancing process.
