Which way are you running?

I’ve had moments where I didn’t ask God for help.

Not because I didn’t believe He could help.
But because I felt like I didn’t deserve it.

I got myself into the mess.
I made the dumb choice.
I ignored the warning signs.
So in my mind, I needed to fix it before I could bring it to God.

But that’s not faith. That’s pride dressed up like responsibility.

The truth is—God’s not waiting for me to clean it up.
He’s waiting for me to come back.

One of the things I admire most about David in Scripture isn’t that he got everything right.
It’s that when he got it wrong, he still ran toward God—not away from Him.

Adultery. Murder. Deceit. He did it all.
But when he was confronted, he didn’t make excuses.
He broke.
He surrendered.
He repented.
He trusted that God's mercy was bigger than his failure.

“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions.”
—Psalm 51:1 (ESV)

He wrote this psalm after his darkest failure.

That’s the difference.

Some people fall and hide.
David fell and ran straight to the Father.

The older I get, the more I want to be that kind of man.

Because the truth is, God isn’t shocked by my screw-ups.
He’s not tallying sins waiting to see if I’ll finally fix myself.

He’s just asking: Will you come to Me now—even in the mess?

So if you’re sitting in a mess you knew you were walking into…
Run to Him anyway.

He’s still faithful.
Still kind.
Still better than anything you’ll find trying to fix it on your own.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”
—Psalm 34:18 (ESV)