Run. I run all day long. Every seventh grade teacher does. “I can’t log in,” one of my students reports. I grab my own laptop and walk toward his desk to help him. With every step, three voices yell, “Mrs. Putman!” Stepping over backpacks and around chairs that stick out into the aisles barely wide enough for one person, I shake my head. “In a minute. After I help Dylan.”
The entire period is spent trying to help one student at a time. I don’t get to all of them; thirty-six kids, one teacher, 45 minutes gives me 1.2 minutes of individual time for each child. If I don’t give any directions to the whole class to get them started.
I am limited in what I can do. Since I can only be in one place at a time, focus on one problem at a time, I can’t possibly help everyone. I need my students to tell me what they’re struggling with. My directions seem perfectly clear to me. But they aren’t always clear to the seventh graders listening. (Not that they’re all listening…)
Run to God
What do I do when I need something? When life overwhelms me, and I want to hide in a corner? When I can’t figure out what to do or how to do it on my own?
I run to God. Cry out to Him. He is my refuge. God is always there. Ready to listen. He knows my needs before I do.
7 And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. 8 Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him. Matthew 6:7-8
God is not limited by time or space. He attends to my needs and yours at the same time. He hears us, and while He may ask us to wait, it isn’t because He doesn’t have the time or the means to help. But His plan is far more beautiful than any I can ask or imagine.
He asks for my trust. You’ve come to the right place, He assures me. Now, take what I have to offer. Rest. Peace. Hope.
Because when I truly run to God, He shelters me in the shadow of His wings.
Hear my cry, O God;
Listen to my prayer.
From the end of the earth I call to You, when my heart is overwhelmed and weak;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I [a rock that is too high to reach without Your help].
For You have been a shelter and a refuge for me,
A strong tower against the enemy.
Let me dwell in Your tent forever;
Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings. Selah.
Psalm 61:1-4 (AMP)
And as I rest there, I realize refuge is God Himself. Not a change in my circumstance. His love is my refuge. I can rest because my God is good. His love has no end. It will carry me into eternity.
Oh, yes, He hears my cry. He listens to my prayer. He shelters me with His love.
Will you run to God? Let Him care for you? Rest in His love. Take refuge in the shelter of His wings.