Running to the Father with Marijo

Running to the Father.

I picture you and I running. We are two little girls running toward the brilliant Sonrise, across a field of golden grain. We meet in the middle grabbing hands, twirling for a moment at the joy of meeting each other. We then continue our run toward the rising Son. As we come near, trembling from the dashing, smiling with excitement, we meet Jesus at the foot of the throne of our Father. He gathers us in His arms so delighted we have come. We feel the rush of His love deep in our chests as His mercy calls out our names. Just as we are, He pulls us in and, together, we fall into the grace pouring out from the very heart of our God, three in One.

Romans tells us that He is doing a great work in us through these struggles of ours. And not only that, He has given us the privilege of running together until we see His glory through it all. The privilege of locking arms as we run toward the Son. I’ll see you there every day until we see this through.

Loving you, Marijo, as you have loved me. 

Gratefully, Anne

August 10, 2021

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