Friday, November 20, 2015

The Prodigal's Ramblings



Was it really 2 years ago? It feels so recent. It feels so near. 

The Earth has circled the Sun twice. 

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. I live each day with my heart broken, missing a piece that I left in You, and a piece I left there. Oh, that time would not be so cruel and drag on so slowly. Sanctification, like death, stings all the more when brought about slowly. 

I stand here now, the goal always in sight, towering above the fog, but the way there riddled with mines and steep curves. The road winds on and on around rocky cliffs none can climb. Each day, miles and miles unravel before me. But I will get there. This I know. Though I flew here thousands of miles an hour, and though I must walk back, I will get there.  


But today, I am here. And I am not alone, nor will I be, nor was I ever. Here, Lord, teach me. Take me and mold me. Put me through the pain I must experience. Kill the parts of me that must die. Prune me, wash me, and show me Your salvation. 

Make me into the man You've called me to be. 

For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.