welcome home, beloved.
Has anyone ever shared with you the story of the Prodigal Son? I don't remember when or where I heard it for the first time, though I can guess that it was probably taught to me by a kind-hearted Sunday School teacher when I was in elementary school. I just took a few minutes to reread the story in Luke 15. It's certainly full of deep theological concepts, but I wasn't drawn to reread the story to satisfy an intellectual craving.
If I'm being honest, my behavior and attitude as of late is very similar to that of the Prodigal Son. Behind the smiles and the laughter and the confident attitude I present to the world is a young woman who thought she'd be better off on her own, a young woman who refused to heed the wisdom of her Father and instead ran off to live life as she pleased, a young woman who discovered that the life she went searching for wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
A young woman who misses her Jesus.
I'm not yet ready to share with you the poor choices I've made or the false beliefs I've embraced over the past few months. I will say that there have been quite a few times when I've looked in the mirror and not recognized the woman staring back at me. I never realized that taking one's eyes of Jesus could cause such rapid changes in a person's personality. If I've learned anything recently, it's this: who I am as a person is entirely dependent on who or what I center my heart and mind around.
When you look in the mirror, do you recognize the person staring back at you? If not, I encourage you to read the story of the Prodigal Son. As I read the story this afternoon, I was reminded of an important truth. Jesus never gives up on us. No matter how far we've strayed from the path, He will always welcome us back home.