“I am no longer worthy to be called your child.” I’ve been in that place. I’ve squandered what He’s given to me. What was I thinking? Why have I done this?
There in that pig sty, sitting at rock bottom, I knew I needed my Father again. I recognized the reality that I had taken His gifts and left Him behind, when all the time He was, Himself, the gift. I longed for a relationship with Him again. I longed to be warm and fed. I longed to live securely under His love.
But I didn’t expect Him to run to me. I expected to grovel. I had my speech all prepared. I did expect to hear things like: “you should have known better,” or “I’m very disappointed in you,” or “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you again.” But no. What I heard was “bring the best robe, put a ring on her finger, and shoes on her feet! Let’s celebrate! My daughter has been brought back to life! She was lost and now she is found!”
He has forgiven me. Incredibly, He loves me in spite of what I’ve done, and in spite of what anyone else thinks. But the true wonder of it all is this: He calls me His child. Even now, He clothes me in His best and prepares a feast in my honor. I had decided I was no longer good enough. I decided that I would come back to Him and grovel and hope He would take me back if only as a servant. Oh may I never lose the wonder of His great love for me! Even though I AM unworthy, I AM still His. May I never forget the reality of that position, that belonging. What better reason for you and I to shout His praise from that mountaintops! He has not dealt with us according to our sins, but has poured His mercy lavishly upon us. His grace is amazing!
Live Free. Live Loved.