You know, some days, I just wish that I had someplace to run to. A destination of sorts, that would protect me from all the bad in the world. From all the disappointment, pain and heartache. In the past, there were these cities of refuge....they were mainly for murderers seeking ....refuge...duh. However...I wish that there were those today. Where only good things happened, you know?
It would be like....the ideal world in "Where the Wild Things Are"...where only what you want to have happen, happens. I know it sounds crazy, but it would be nice, wouldn't it? If you could escape for a time to just not worry about anything or anyone?
Hm. I have to remind myself that God is like our "city of refuge".....with the ability to let us just rest and be comforted. He brings us peace. Someone guilty, that wanted refuge, had to put forth effort to get to the city of refuge.....and in some ways we have to take that step to seek comfort in Christ but...He also knows when we are hurting and can come to us in that pain. "I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand." (Psalm 40:1-2)
It is so difficult to keep standing.....when so many things feel like their crashing around you. Sickness, disappointment, doors closing, etc. It's difficult to keep running this race....I just need to remind myself that I can. And when I get to a place where I can't, then Christ himself will take over.
I just wish some days that he'd be quicker about that!