I learned something new recently. In Psalm 23, King David writes about how goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life. Apparently, the Hebrew word for follow isn’t a passive kind of following behind but more of an aggressive running after. I remember a poem called The Hound of Heaven about how God pursues His own, not with the intent to harm but to bless.

I’m thankful for grace that runs after me, especially on those days when I’m prone to wander away from what I know to be true. I can stubbornly follow my own path, even if I know it leads nowhere good. But God is never far away, always guiding me back to the right path.

The translation I’m reading currently says that God’s goodness and grace will pursue me every day of my life. Again, God’s not trying to run me over like an 18-wheeler. He’s after me the way the father runs after His own son in the story of the prodigal.

I’m thankful that I can’t outrun God. Sure, I can run fast enough and long enough to where I get to a place where I feel lost and unsure where God is, but God always knows where I am. He’s never very far away.

“Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I’m back home in the house of God for the rest of my life” (Psalms‬ ‭23‬:‭6‬, MSG).