I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to run from what I feel called to do. It reminds me of Jonah—how he tried to go the opposite direction, thinking he could escape what was meant for him. But in the end, he still arrived exactly where he was supposed to be.
It makes me wonder how often I do the same thing. I delay, I hesitate, I distract myself… but deep down, I know that purpose doesn’t just disappear because I avoid it. It waits. It follows. It finds me.
Maybe I can postpone obedience, but I can’t outrun what I was created for. And maybe the real question is—how much longer do I want to keep running?











