I think of the gingerbread man “you can’t catch me” which my little girl likes to yell.
I think of catching a ball that someone throws at me.
I think of catching myself when I almost fall down the stairs.
I think of rescue.
Catch makes me think of all the years I longed for someone to just do that. All the ways that I sought attention and sought love. But all along, there was someone there ready to catch me.
I spent so many years of my life like the gingerbread man yelling at others “you can’t catch me”, yet just longing, longing that someone would pursue and would catch me. Funny how we avoid the one thing that we really are wanting the most.
But I’ve been caught. Caught and ransomed and pursued daily by One that is greater than anyone or anything that I could have longed to catch me. I’ve been snared in a net and my feet have been set on solid ground. If only I would stop thinking about what was before. Why is that we are finally pursued and caught and saved even, yet we long for what was and what could have been? We miss the whole beauty of what just happened because we are so caught up with our dreams. Thank the Lord that he continues to cast that net and continues to catch us over and over again as we keep jumping out.