I feel like the prodigal son – shy, ashamed, and yet stumbling toward You because I know You are my only hope.

But You are running and embracing me.

You are certain of your feelings toward me.

You are celebrating me without examining me. Throwing a party before You assess my spiritual condition.

I turned toward you. That’s all. And You rejoiced. You pulled me into You and said I belong.

You honored me, not because I was honorable, but because you missed me.

Your greatest joy is to be with me, and to know that I am home with You – found and provided for, alive again.

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