The Runner

I am being fully honest in saying that when my study of Moses life began, I had no idea how much I would have in common with the man. The closest tie we share, is that we’re both runners… in every sense of the word!

As I read through his story, in at least 3 different translations, there were things surrounding his story that I found myself relating to on a very personal level. From not being raised by a healthy family, being different than everyone around him, making bad choices, being harshly judged over something he found himself caught up in, and finally the running away part.

Moses found himself living as a foreigner in a foreign land. Hey… that’s how I feel today… right here… in this old RV. I live day to day, surrounded by a good number of folks… none of which I speak to in any form. We all live side by side and know nothing of each others true lives.

That’s part of the problem with running… both Moses and I found ourselves alone and out in the cold. What were the odds that I would encounter a man that could love me so deeply, I could be captivated enough to stop running?

What were the odds that Moses would sit to rest beside the well that would cause him to meet his future wife Zipporah?

I bet Jethro, the priest of Midian and the father of SEVEN daughters, asked himself the same question when his girls came home that day… telling of how an Egyptian man had saved them. When he found out the girls had left Moses back at the well, after besting the cruel shepherds that always ran them off from watering their flocks, he was like, Well… go get him and bring him home.

Was it God that stopped Moses from running, or was it a woman… or was it God using love through Zipporah that gave pause to the runner? The constant take away I get when reading through scriptures, is love… always love.

We, Moses and I, were both born into adversity, which instilled the self-preserving behavior of Running. I also noted that it was love that brought us both to a standstill. When God got ahold of our hearts, planting the seed of love… everything changed.

I take such encouragement from this part of scripture, as it reminds me that if God could do miracles in Moses life way back then, He is still doing them today… all those years I didn’t see Him moving, wasn’t because He wasn’t… I was just so busy running, I couldn’t see what was right before me…

Thank God for Love!

From Elevation Worship comes a song that hits it out of the ball park for me… Runnin I pray you would take a moment to listen.

It’s once again Potluck Sunday and I did my best to provide some lovely things that will sooth our aching fillings from all of the Halloween Candy I am sure that we DID NOT eat… wink wink!

It’s always good to start with some lite appetizers

I thought I would try my hand at some fluffy Quiches…

Something about a hearty stew is so warm and soothing…

I tried to end with a parfait that has a more delicate flavor pallet…

Please be sure to take home leftovers for later, so you might get out of cooking tonight…