My eyes kept darting back and forth as I held on tightly to my tattered bag. It looked so worn out but it contained the clothing I had left, that is the ones I did not sell and the meager currency notes I had left; tattered as it was, it was the only and the most prized possession I had. I finally got to an opening hidden by the very big trailer covering its entrance, I was so exhausted and just lay on the floor.

For the past two months, I had been practically wandering the streets of the country I left for home, and getting even the most meager of jobs was a herculean task; I have wandered for too long I thought, I also knew my father would not take me back as his son, but my mind was made up, and I began the journey home the following day.

   As I journeyed back home, my mind wandered back to a year ago… I had stood in my father’s study shouting at him at the top of my voice after he had told me to reconsider my decision of wanting to take completely my inheritance and make a life for myself. I said all the terrible things I could to him and about him and to his face, all of which were not true; but I needed him to feel so pained and out of it just let me go, and my request was granted. Then, it seemed all so wonderful but thinking back on it now, I realized how foolish I had been.

Now I realize that I so much need his forgiveness even if he decided to never give me any other thing, but I was also hoping that dianabol buy in australia juicy burger patties are for sale somehow he would take me back not as his son because after what I did I knew he would not, but as a servant, I sincerely hoped he would.

   I was still a great distance from the house but even from that distance, I recognized his form and a sob broke from my lips immediately I did, but then the most amazing thing happened, my father ran. I stopped walking, waiting to see if there was someone else apart from me on the lane I was walking that he was running to meet, but then it was just me, then the realization hit me like a moving vehicle when he was almost getting close to where I was when I saw the tears falling from his eyes and the compassion and love mixed with it, my father was running towards me…me!

He ran to me, he took me in his arms, held my head to his chest, kissed me as he whispered between body sobs ‘my son has come home’. I held him and hugged him back with all the strength I had left, asking for his forgiveness and knowing I had sinned against God and him and just asking him to take me back as his servant. But he took me back not as a servant but a son, a son that was once dead and lost but now was alive and found.

   Dear reader your Heavenly Father is waiting for you to come home, please return. You’ve been wandering in sin, the world and its empty promises, empty affections, and attractions… You’ve been wandering in the wilderness of this world for too long please return to the love of your father you once experienced, He still loves you and is waiting for you to return, please… please…come home…

   Luke 15:4- What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

5- And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. 

7- I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance. (KJV).

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