Genesis 18:2

And he lift up his eyes and looked, and, lo, three men stood by him… and when he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door, and bowed himself toward the ground,

What a picture this is. Abraham is ninety nine years old, sitting in the tent door in the heat of the day, and when he sees the Lord, he runs.

He does not drag himself.
He does not delay.
He does not act as though meeting with the Lord is a burden.

He runs to meet Him.

That says something. It says Abraham still had eagerness in his walk with God. He was not merely a man with history. He was a man with hunger. He had already walked with the Lord for years, but the sight of the Lord still moved him. There was still something in him that rose up and said, “I want to get to Him.”

I want that.

Because it is easy for devotion to become routine. Easy for prayer to become a duty. Easy for the alarm clock to go off and for us to think of time in the Word, meditation, and worship as one more thing to fit into the day. But Abraham reminds me that meeting with the Lord is not supposed to feel like a chore. It is a privilege. It is the best part of the day.

And the way Abraham responds exposes the heart.

How do I greet the Lord when He calls me to Himself in the morning? How do I respond when there is an opportunity to open the Word, to pray, to sit quietly before Him? Do I rise to meet Him gladly? Or do I approach slowly, reluctantly, half distracted, already thinking about everything else?

Abraham ran.

That does not just speak of physical movement. It speaks of desire. His body was old, but his heart was alive. There was still expectation in him. Still reverence too, because when he reached the Lord, he bowed himself toward the ground. Abraham had both eagerness and humility. He ran with joy, and he bowed with honor.

That is a beautiful combination.

Some people are casual with the Lord. Others are formal without warmth. Abraham was neither. He was glad to meet Him, and he was humble before Him. There was affection in his running and reverence in his bowing.

That is the kind of heart I want before the Lord.

Not stale.
Not sleepy.
Not acting like I am doing God a favor by showing up.

But ready. Glad. Quick to meet Him. Quick to bow. Quick to give Him the honor He deserves.

Maybe that is the question in this text. Not simply, “Did Abraham run?” but, “Do I?” When the Lord gives me another morning, another opening, another chance to seek Him, do I meet Him with anything like that kind of readiness?

Beloved, may we be people who do not drag ourselves toward the Lord, but run to meet Him.