Lord, were just a bunch of prodigals at the end of the day, dragging our sorry feet back 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. #HonestPrayers
Posted on: Wed, 21 May 2014 01:55:14 +0000
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