Wastefully reckless...the definition of prodigal resonates in my soul. A story of a son? The story of me! Again and again I run away and times then, now, and tomorrow God takes me back into his arms. I can sit in his presence and bask in the glow of his Holy Spirit. Oh so sweet. The blissful holy ecstasy I so apathetically and wastefully enjoy. OH THAT I COULD BE GENUINE!! THAT I COULD BE PASSIONATELY FAITHFUL AND FRUITFULLY DILIGENT TO THE WORK OF MY CALL!!
Genuine? Passionate? Faithful? Fruitful? Diligent? Prodigal I am. I am not what I am supose to be but instead a failure. All the knowledge I own is proving to be not simply a waste to myself but a waste to God. Am I split in two. How is it that I feel so right when I am in the presence of God but I can turn around and blatantly ignore the same things I can teach. I NEED TO BE GENUINE! It is the only way for me to be whole. The passion is there I pray to God that I be faithful. That my savior would want a whore like me. Don't you see his grace, so abundant, is taken for granted by you...by me.
Prodigal I am but merciful is he. He is the father and time and time again he will open his arms and clothe me in his grace.
