This morning, the Local Artist and I confess our problems with proximity. We're on a health and weight loss journey together, and we realize we cannot let ourselves near the cupcakes and cookies without eating them all.
"I'm just too weak," she says.
"Me too," I say.
"I have problems with proximity," she says.
"Exactly. This is my problem exactly," I agree.
We can't resist internally assimilating whatever we let ourselves near. Sometimes, it's right and good to flee the cupcake table at the school musical's reception. Sometimes, it's right and good to flee situations that test your resolve whether emotionally or spiritually.
The apostle Paul advises us to flee from anything taking us from God and "pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness" instead. I love that verb flee! It produces the kind of image I'm carrying around today: A woman turns, arms flailing above her head, as she runs for her life from the pink frosted cupcake towards the gentle carrots.
Sometimes, you just have to flee.
What's one thing you're fleeing from today?