Sometimes my heart wants to run - & all of me with it. To run away from the messy mess that chases. That runner girl that runs 'cause she doesn't know how to do any of this - not really. And, oh, isn't she scared! Doesn't she crave, crave, safety & isn't the only truly safe place she knows alone?
I am the runner girl. And this runner girl needs to run to her Jesus.
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