RUN
By Lori Dixon
me with their non-confrontational
attitudes. But now that song was
pounding on my head and heart,
demanding to be played again.
To be considered.
Gravel sprayed up as I pulled off the
side of the road. Putting the car in
park, I rubbed my throbbing hands
together, suddenly aware of the
death grip I must have had on the
steering wheel for the last few miles.
I switched on the car stereo…
Once again it was the third verse that
got to me. It made so much sense. As
I mulled over the word, 'fetter', I
pictured my daughters at the school
fair only a few weeks previous. There
was an inflatable bungee run that
had belts which were tied around the
girls' waists. They would run as fast
as they could towards the end of the
bouncy lane but just when they
would almost reach the finish line,
the springy tether would pull on
them and they would go flying
backwards to where they started.
God and I were in
a tug-of-war and I
didn't need
anyone else on
His side.
God had a bungee cord around me. I
could sense it. The faster I ran, the
more tension I could feel and the
harder I would fall. He was not letting
go.
Turning the sound up to a near
deafening level, I put the song on
repeat and let the words wash over
me again and again.
Who was I kidding? My wandering
heart was fettered, and I did love
Him.
Finally surrendered, my shoulders
dropped as my hands raised . . .
"Here's my heart, Lord, Take and seal
it, seal it for thy courts above.“
Author's note: This is a true story. I
no longer have my mother, but I still
have my Lord … and the CD.
Copyright Lori Dixon
Wife, mother & servant of Christ
www.LovingKindnessMinistries.ca
[email protected]
Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com CHRISTIAN WRITER
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