Oh, why do we run from the loving arms of our Father?
Why are we so prone to rebel against true love?
Oh, what love is this that runs down the wayward sons and daughters?
What love would cross desert places, rocky terrain, and stormy oceans just to catch and mend us when we fall?
What love is this that would leave His heavenly throne, enrobe Himself in flesh, and come to take our sin debt and burden upon His own sinless shoulders?
What love would lay down His life so that we may one day rest in heavenly places with Him for eternity?
Only the love of a perfect Father would run us down to the end of our earthly wanderings and still reach out for us with love, forgiveness, and compassion in His deep, piercing eyes.
Let us not run from love, but instead run towards His open arms and allow Him to wash away all of our guilt, our shame, our sorrows, and our yesterdays.
He will give us beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for morning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. All of this so that we may be trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He who saved us may be glorified.
The Lord is calling out for the return of His bride, will we heed His call?