Have you ever run away from home? Not like the real kind of run away, but the "I don't agree with my parents and they make me so mad that I want to run away" kind of run away. I did. I don't remember how old I was, but I was old enough to know my way around and to know better than to do what I did. I don't remember what the argument was about. Probably something silly like cleaning my room, the type of music I listen to, or an all to common one in my relationship with my parents, a disrespectful attitude. Whatever it was, I was mad. I tossed a few things in my back pack and rode off on my bike without telling anyone where I was going. I remember it was evening, and the sun was sinking low as I rode off toward the airport road. This was in the days before cell phones so I'm sure when they realized I was gone it was quite frightening for my parents. Of course in my mind at the time I pictured them not caring at all. As I rode, I...
"Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path." Psalm 119:105 Thoughtfully pondering how God's Word can guide my daily struggles.