I loved Miro’s poem and it’s sentiment.  How often do we pursue others who would not pursue us?  Do we slip away when others don’t pursue us?  Maybe we don’t mean to, but it happens.

The Pursuer

There is one person who will pursue you to the end, however.  God, in all his forms:  Father, Son, Holy Spirit.  He will pursue when we ignore, when we actively run, when we slide down the slippery path of apathy.  Thank you God for pursuing me.  Help me to pursue you with equal passion.  Love, Angie