Do you ever feel so sinful sometimes that you become just downright ashamed of yourself?
"Those who look to Him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame." ~ Psalm 34:5
That's been me this week. Nay, this month. I've been so busy and distracted with school and with self, that I haven't been spending time with the Lord like I ought to. And even the way I phrase that feels false -- "like I ought to." As if loving God is an obligation, just another thing to check off my endless to-do list. Which sometimes, honestly, it is.
This morning I decided it was time to read the passage on the prodigal son. So often I have self-righteously read through this parable looking down on the prodigal son, but now I feel like I can relate to him better than ever. I've wandered off, done my own thing, but it only makes me feel more empty inside. And a lot of the time I think the Lord looks down on me for it. But then I read this verse:
"So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him." ~ Luke 15:20
That's the kind of love that I will bleed myself dry for. That's the kind of love that the Father continues to wrap me in, despite my filth. He
ran.
I don't know, I have homework to do and projects to present and all these things, but I felt like it was important for me to share that with whomever reads these ramblings.
"'For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate." ~ Luke 15:24
Dead? Alive.
Lost? Found.
