Today I am meditating on the parable of the prodigal son. This story speaks to me of the backslidden: belonging to God but far from home. I’ve been there and it is a truly terrible place full of deceit and despair.
I pray for those believers who are far from God. I pray that you will merely turn around and see Your merciful, loving Father is already running toward you. How beautiful is that?
"And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight, and am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
"But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet. And bring the fatted calf here and kill it, and let us eat and be merry; for this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ And they began to be merry.