I can remember clearly being chased around my grandparents home by my two sisters and cousin. I can remember being scared. I am not sure what I thought they would do to me but I did not want to get caught and I can remember vividly my heart beating out of my chest and thinking I would surely get caught.
I ran past my grandfather's vinyl green recliner. He was sitting in it reading the newspaper. He reached out his arm and grabbed me around the waist and whipped me up into his lap covering me with the newspaper just before my hunters entered the room. They asked my granddaddy if he had seen me he told them that I ran outside and gone up to the barn. They took off. He then uncovered me and sent me the other way.
I can remember that as if it happened yesterday. I can remember the placement of the chair, the feeling of being whipped into his lap, hearing their voices on the other side of the newspaper and knowing my fate if they realized I was there, the relief when I heard the screen door slam.
This reminds me of the verses John 10:27-30
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My father who has given them to me, is greater than all, no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand. I and the Father are one.
There is also a song that we sing at church with a verse that states "It might look like I'm surrounded but I'm surrounded by you!"
This time of year I am plagued with seasonal depression where I question all my life choices and worry that I am not doing anything right. The thought that I have a God that loves me, wants what is best for me and will stand before me to protect me gives me comfort. God loves us all. No matter our choices. No matter if we believe that he is real. God is good, all the time.
Go out...Be kind.
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