When does the running stop? This is a question I have asked myself many times in the last four months. As my first semester of my freshmen year came to an end I decided the running stops now. There are so many things I caught myself running from just in this semester alone. Most obviously I ran from deadlines and from responsibilities. I was so caught up in the ‘freedom’ of college the last thing I wanted to do was be stressed over assignments and working. When in reality facing them head on would have saved me stress and only enhanced my experience. Secondly, I ran from my anger and the issues within my relationship. Now, I will not air out my relationship on here; but as most young couples do we have our issues. Instead of facing them and solving them I pushed them to the side and pretended they were not there. Pretended that my love for him was enough to somehow erase our problems. Most importantly, my run from God continued; I came to a Christian school only to completely ignore God. I was ignoring everything he expected of me and showed me. However, this running was not without consequence. Right before the start of exams I found myself in the most unexpected place ever, the holding cell of the county jail house. I had hit a brick wall…the running had to stop here. So, I did something very unusual for me, I let people pray for me… I prayed. 13 hours later I was out…a week and many prayers later the charges were off my record. It was something I knew I did not deserve. I can ONLY say that it happened because I stopped running and left it in God’s hands.