I watch people run from God. Like the people of Edom in Obadiah's prophecy, we find "high ground" in the nooks of culture, and caves in our conscience where we believe our hearts are hidden from God. There's the young man at the coffee shop who berates others for their faith and screams "hypocrites!" as he wanders aimlessly through life in a fog of depression. There's the executive, all alone in his office at night, who escapes to the mountain of paperwork. Over there is a teenage girl. I've watched her hide the woundedness of her heart in callous anger and "freedom" from authority. And over there is the woman who is simply hiding behind her perfect wife and "Mother of the Year" facade.
Please don't get me wrong. I am not being critical of these people. I sympathize with them. When I point a finger at them I look down to see three fingers pointing back at me. However, like David, this runaway learned that there is no place where I can hide. I can ascend to the heights and God is there. I can burrow to the depths, and God is there. I can run to the wilderness or sail far out to sea, and I find that God was there waiting for me.
Wherever I run when I run from God, I always run into Him.