Base is safe. He stands there, eyes closed, as if to not know that everyone is running away. He is left alone. At the base. Base is safe, secure, with Him. He starts to count... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11... as the numbers go higher and higher, everyone runs away, out into the playing area.
She is determined to do her own thing. She will not hide with her friends, she is going to hide so well that He will never be able to find her. She wants to be invisible, lost in the scenery, gone from His view. She runs, away from it all... searching... searching... searching... for a spot to hide... to hide from ever being found. She thinks He won't know where she is. She wants to be invisible, lost in the scenery, gone from His view.
The others distribute themselves, to find spots, good ones, tucked away and hidden from view. ...93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100... "Ready or not, here I come" He yells. They hear Him, and they fall silent. They listen to Him, looking for them, but they continue to stay hidden. They think He can't see them, but He can. They think they are hidden, but they aren't. They think they are safe, but they won't be... until they return to the base.
He comes, whether we are ready or not. He comes to find us, all of us. He sees us, no matter where we hide, no matter where we go, no matter what games we try to play. He waits patiently for us to return to the base, safely to the base...to be with Him. When we don't, He seeks us, He finds us, He knows us, He loves us. We hide... He will seek... but He will only find you if you'll let Him.
21 hours ago