12/28/2025
There was a time I thought I knew better.
I chased what felt good in the moment, believing freedom meant distance.
I walked far from where I was planted, far from God, far from myself.
Like the prodigal son, I didn’t realize what I had until I lost it.
The silence grew louder. The joy faded.
And pride slowly turned into humility.
When I finally looked back, I expected judgment.
I expected shame.
Instead, I found grace.
God didn’t stand there with folded arms—He ran toward me.
No questions first. No punishment. Just mercy.
A reminder that home was never closed to me.
This story isn’t about failure.
It’s about return.
It’s about a Father who never stops watching the road, waiting for His child to come back.
If you feel lost, tired, or too far gone—this is your reminder:
You’re not forgotten.
You’re still loved.
And it’s never too late to come home.
📖 Luke 15 🙏
