fatherly

Today I saw something pretty cool.
Bob and clan were hiking on the mountain (ski slopes) outside our hotel when two of his boys took off up the hill, trying to reach the top without stopping. Heedless of his shouting and waving them back, they ran out of sight up past the trees. Bob left his other three kids (with very stern instructions not to move) at the bottom and took off after his sons. No kidding, the man charged up the hill after his boys for at least an hour - every time we called his cell to try to coordinate other people coming to help, he was out of breath, still walking straight up hill in search of his runaway children.
It hit me a little later (the kids came back) that Bob chasing his rebellious kids up the ski slopes is exactly what God does with me - he chases me even when I decide to run straight away from him, into all sorts of danger, regardless of his cries for me to come back. Good stuff.