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Runaway

Psalm 119:32 (New International Version)
32 I run in the path of your commands,
for you have set my heart free.

The reading from Amy Carmichael's Edges of His Ways yesterday morning spoke of that great missionary to India, receiving a letter with "power to disturb," right in the middle of her Quiet Time with God. She said that it dropped like a stone flung into a pool and that much seemed to press around her of things to be done.

As I meditated on Psalm 119:32, which was in that evening's Daily Light on the Daily Path, I thought of a true story entitled Runaway recorded by Ray Wiseman in his book, A Difficult Passage that recounts his boyhood on the prairies in the 1940's.

The scripture text and story have a connection to Amy's struggle.

*Ray tells of one fateful day towards the end of a school year when he and an assortment of fellow students were being driven home by a driver named Montana in a green van pulled by "a spirited team of matched bays."

It was a hot spell and the road was void of moisture, but during the last rain a Model-A Ford had plowed deep ruts into the road, obviously having skidded from side to side as the driver fought the wheel.

During a series of mishaps, the reins get dropped and the team, sensing freedom, breaks into a full gallop, carrying the cargo of school children on a wild and dangerous ride.

The story, told in much more detail--and wonderfully in the book--fortunately ends happily.

Freedom--peace--lie in resisting the intense pressure to do first--fighting and winning that inner battle daily.

If not, we will find our wheels, like those of Montana's green school van with the runaway team, bouncing in and out of ruts, careering wildly.

When we yield the reins of our day to God, before doing a thing--even though it feels counter-intuitive --we will know the freedom of running in the path of his commands!


*Shared with permission

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