Claudia knew that she could never pull off the old-fashioned kind of running away. That is, running away in the heat of anger with a knapsack on her back. She didn’t like discomfort; even picnics were untidy and inconvenient: all those insects and the sun melting the icing on the cupcakes. Therefore, she decided that her leaving home would not be just running from somewhere but would be running to somewhere. To a large place, a comfortable place, an indoor place, and preferably a beautiful place. (from From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Klonigsburg)
I can’t help but agree with dear Claudia on this point. Simply running away from something just isn’t the right answer. It’s a much better idea to run to somewhere, to know just where you’re going. Otherwise, how do you know what to pack? Or how do you keep from getting caught? Or hurt? Or just downright disheartened? The whole point of running away is really not just to avoid the problems at home but to find someplace that’s entirely better.
As I read this quote this morning, one that always makes me smile and which I’ve intended to use for sometime, I thought about something I hadn’t thought of before. I think that we all have a tendency to want to run away from our problems from time to time, when they get to be too much. Only, when grown-ups run away, it usually comes more in the form of sin and vice–alcoholism, drugs, gambling, infidelity, and the list could go on. But people don’t really plan to end up there; it’s just where they find themselves once they’re on the run. And it’s not comfortable or safe or happy. And it’s not a kind of running that people can pull off successfully.
Wouldn’t it be better to plan ahead? To run to somewhere instead of from somewhere? Someplace large, comfortable, and beautiful. Someplace like the presence of God, my refuge, my hiding place. Yes, I think Claudia has the right idea about running.