The Prodigal’s Invitation

Lord, we’re just a bunch of prodigals at the end of the week, 
  dragging our sorry feet back to the road called grace, 
  toward the warming light of Christ 
  left on for us there on the porch, 
  us a bunch of prodigals throwing off our filthy rags 
  of performance & perfectionism & personas
  to fall into the wide open arms of the neck-craning
Prodigal Father
  who holds us gently
  and clothes us completely
  in an extravagant acceptance, a lavish love,
  and the most costly embrace that is guaranteed to carry us
  through anything —
  until we get back Home.
In the name of the only One who loves us to death —
  and to the fullest, realest life…
Amen.

Ann Voskamp, Canadian author
www.aholyexperience.com/

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Luke 15:20

And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.

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