You can run but you can't hide

     I've been to confession so much I should change my accent every time, so the priest doesn't know it's me. But then, he'd probably get hip and realize and say to himself, "oh no, its that crazy lady again who keeps changing her accent so I don't know it's her". Week after week I confess the same sins over and over again. Some diminishing slowly, but still the regulars prevail. I could run as fast as I could and try to hide, but still my Lord finds me. The ultimate winner of "hide and seek".

     What a loving wonderful God and Father He is! Holding His arms out to me, ready to greet me and hold me and comfort me. My mama was like that! I miss her comforting embrace and forgiving eyes. Her soft voice and caring tone we're so inviting. 

     I remember sitting in the dark Church just before Halloween and thinking to myself, "why are we here?" " It's not a Holy day or Sunday!". I was probably around 8 years old and wanted to get on the stick to get some candy. Halloween was waiting for us. I wanted to put on my homemade costume that my mother had taken such care to make. A Bunny outfit that matched my little sister's. Ears and all. Later after Halloween we would wear the feet in costume, made of flannel, for pajamas, and oh! It was so warm! Anyways, no one but us were in the Church except the candles that lit up and the beautiful statues of Jesus and Mary. I remember looking over at my mother, her eyes shut so tight, like she was actually talking to someone with sincerest love. After a while we left and proceeded on to the plan of raking in tons of candy and having a wonderful night. Little did I know a mother's prayer. She was probably asking God to protect her family that night and thanking Him for all she had received from Him. A prayer she often taught us. "Ask and then Thank".

     As I recall, she did not run or hide. Her meekness and love for God made it so she had nothing to be ashamed of. I want to be like that. I'm tired of running. And there are not many more places to hide. The great God that created me knows how many hairs are on my head.  He knows me inside and out.

     I'm not running anymore. I'm going to start walking at a steady pace up the ladder that reaches to Heaven. Where everyone has a spotlight of beauty on them and no one has to hide.