Come Home

Yesterday kind of threw me for a loop. I am still a little shaken from the whole ordeal. The few minutes when my son was lost I got a small, very small, glimpse into how God must feel when we wander away from Him. Heart wrenching pain. I prayed this morning that my eyes would remain firmly on Him so that I would not be led away. On the other end of that, I also experienced how it feels to run towards and embrace the child who has come back to you. Indescribable joy! I heard a song on K-Love yesterday that speaks directly to this. (Come Home by Luminate)

You're best friends with the word regret
You're afraid that your life's been wasted
So why hope if it's only going to let you down?


You don't think people will ever change
Your a mess and you'll always be the same
And you doubt if you'll ever get it turned around


So you've been running, searching for something
But you are looking in a place you don't belong
But it's never too late, you can't outrun grace
No, mercy doesn't care what you've done


So Come Home


You can try to fix your broken empire
Put bricks on a cracked foundation
But you'll be building castles on the sand


There's power in the blood of Jesus
Your father's screaming, "Just Come Home!"
And He's reaching out His hands

From the shadows. From the wrong roads.
From the darkness. From the unknown.
To redemption, something beautiful.
To a new love. To a new home.


Mercy doesn't care what you've done. 
So Come Home.


There is a very special person in my life who desperately needs to hear and believe these words. I was that person once. I know first hand the redemptive love of my Savior and I pray that this person will as well. Mercy doesn't care what you've done. Come Home.