God, our Father, is calling us to come home for supper. He wants us to listen, turn and come home before dark. He wants us to wash our hands of this world and run into His Arms. I heard that call for a long time before I answered. I was the prodigal son. I was so ashamed of what I had done. I didn’t believe I could go home. But God kept calling. He knew I had lost my way. And I was having a hard time finding my way home. But His love kept reaching out to me. I finally realized my place in my life was with my Father. This was the only person who loved me as I was. The road back wasn’t easy. But I didn’t believe that it could be. It took time, but I made it back home. I was so sorry how I had sinned against my Father. But He opened His arms and held me tight. I had come home. I wasn’t going to leave again.
Crain Blanchard.
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