The run you have to run.

She was running. She didn't care who or what was in her way, all she knew was that she needed to get out of there fast. She needed to escape because she still treasured her life. What she had once thought was love was nothing but deep seated hatred wrapped in a beautiful gift wrapper like a ticking time bomb handsomely packed in a gift box. She ran. If she didn't eventually find love, that was okay. But she was done with the hatred and confusion that followed her everywhere like dark, pregnant clouds waiting for delivery.

What was love anyway? She had never known it. She thought love was Marke when he appeared to her with tantalizing gifts and a knee-weakling smile. What did it feel like to be loved? To be held with compassion like the delicate thing that she was. Did love still exist in the world today? And did she have any chance to meet love? Even if it was for just five seconds.

A car was approaching her and she willed her tired legs to continue running. If her legs wanted to burn, let them burn, but she was not going to be a victim anymore. She dug her heels in the ground and ran with all her strength. Marke was very powerful. He could use any means to get her back. And no. She was not ready to go back. Hell no! She would never be ready to return to that hell.

Marke accelerated but was careful to maintain his speed. He wanted to wait her out. Wait for the time she would be too tired to continue running. Wait for the time she would fall down in a heap, exhausted and too faint to know what was going on around her. Then he would climb out of the car and carry her into the car with very weak efforts from her to stop him. But for now, he followed her, knowing very well that it was almost time. She would soon stop running.

Tears burned her eyes and sweat poured from her body. She knew who was behind her, in the black sports car. She knew what he was doing and her heart beat with a new determination to surprise him. No. He would not be able to get her again. Not this time. She was getting tired, yes. But she was not going to stop running. If she died running, good! "Only a few more miles" she told herself. She would soon see the Carpenter.
She rounded a bend, the black sports car still on her trail, waiting her out. Then she saw Him. The Carpenter. He was working on a table and was just about finishing. He looked up and saw her and He smiled. What was it about that smile that always got to the darkest parts of her soul? He opened wide His arms. Arms that she had ignored for so many years. Arms that she had refused to enter for fear of the unknown. Each time she had run, she had seen this same Carpenter and each time, he would see her and smile and open his arms for her to enter. But she would always eye him with skepticism, look behind her and keep running past.
But not today. Her strength was fast slipping from her body. She was too tired to run anymore. He was still opening his arms wide for her and she could hear the engine of the evil car behind her. Then with the little strength she had left, she ran, desperate for the strong looking arms of the Carpenter and the moment she landed on His chest, she went limp with exhaustion. All her strength dissipated, but she was safe. She knew she was safe. And as her eyes closed from tiredness, she smiled. She was free at last. She had found true love.
Marke gawked at the space the Carpenter had been seconds ago. He could not see anything and anybody. The only thing left was the table the Carpenter had been working on. He climbed out of the car, angrily. Where was she? She had run into the Carpenter's arms and disappeared. What were the odds? He walked slowly to where they once where. Nothing. He ran his fingers over the masterpiece table the Carpenter had been working on and then a hurtful realization hit him. He had lost her for good. She had run into the rest that the Carpenter had offered and she was finally free.
He entered his car with a new determination that was laced with fierce anger. He would not lose the next one. The moment any of them decided to leave his house, he would pursue and not slow down. He would never slow down.

"Come into me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
Jesus loves you dear reader. Satan hates you. What have you been running from? Fear? Pain? Sins? Your past? Curses? Addiction? Jesus wants you to fall in His arms and rest there. That is were true love begins and that is where peace is found. Stop running. Enter into His rest.💖