We’re either ‘running from’ something or ‘running to’ something. And I think that true freedom is ‘resting in’ something.

Running from God creates the illusion that I’m actually creating space between myself and that from which I’m running. And I’m not certain that I want to run with that illusion.

Even if you have a great head start and some really fine running shoes, you can’t outrun guilt.

Any place that I ‘run to’ most often turns into a place that I have to ‘run from’, unless of course that place is God.

In reality, how far can I run from that which I fear if that which I fear is based on that which I think? With that said, maybe it’s more about running ‘from’ the way I currently think and running ‘to’ the way I should think.

Darkness is the absence of light. Therefore, darkness is always fleeing from where light is and scurrying off to where it is not. So why am I running from something that’s always running from something?

Truth has legs that are longer than any of our lies. In time it will catch up to us, not because the truth has longer legs, but because lies haven’t got a ‘leg to stand on’ much less any legs to run on.

Truth is the thing that lies spend their lives running from.

How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I’ve really been doing is running?