Just Keep Running

I always tell people that it’s like when He finally got me He grabbed my hand and started running, almost as though He had to make up for lost time. And to be honest I’ve never been the strongest runner, so keeping up was hard at times. I often stopped when He wanted me to keep going, took a wrong turn and got lost, or just blatantly started running away from Him in hopes that I could eventually stop running altogether. But it was in this—the failing and disobedience and questions and doubt— that my true testimony was formed.