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. Luke 15:20
Heavenly Father, I’m not beginning my day in a faraway country derelict, disillusioned, and destitute. Though I’m capable of anything, I’m not sitting here filled with shame for squandering an inheritance; or out in a field feeding somebody else’s pigs. Yet I need the riches of the Gospel as much as anyone.
On this August Thursday, I bring you my busy, kinda-tired, slightly irritated heart.. I feel like a 3rd Luke 15 son right now—a hybrid of the Father’s two boys Jesus described. I’m not on a hedonistic holiday, and I’m not in high-gear self-righteousness. I’m just somewhere in between. I still hear and love the music of the gospel, but I just don’t feel like dancing right now. I’m not cold, hot, or lukewarm. I’m just crave deeper fellowship with you.
I take great comfort in knowing that we’ll always find you filled with compassion for us, even when we’re not fully engaged with you. As we saunter toward you, you’re always running toward us in Jesus. Thank you, Father.
Indeed, when we’re not as inclined to lift our arms in praise to you, your embrace is the most trustworthy reality in our lives. You throw your arms around us in the Gospel and shower us with multiple kisses all day long. You love your children with an everlasting, unwavering, inexhaustible love.
It’s not our “fired-up-ness,” but your faithfulness that matters the most. It’s not our peace with you, but your peace with us that is the anchor for our hearts. Because of the work of your Spirit in our lives, we will seek to live and love to your glory today. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ wonderful and merciful name.