Many times I am such a wanderer, drifting from the folds of God like a balloon floating into the sky. I am a fool, counting God as someone dear but treating Him like a jacket on a warm day, tossed aside until I need it again.

Still, in those seasons of listless love, God pops the floating balloon in my soul, causing me to come crashing back into the reality of His goodness and grace. He reminds me who I am, by humbling me, He does not punish me, instead He shows me His love and grace.

How wicked we are, to think that grace is a fruit we can pick whenever we want, when it is an ocean that drowns our old man. How foolish we are, to think filth and sin more enticing than glory and holiness. How flawed and hopeless we are, to allow pride to fill us up instead of the joy of the Spirit.

We are the prodigal son who never repented, we are the crowd calling for grace and escaping with death. We are bent and out of shape, so let’s pray and ask God to show His face, for in the presence of Almighty God, we will realize our true fate.

How wicked we are, and still, we are His beloved.

Walk now back to the King, for He loves you more than any earthly thing.

Stand up, embrace the mercy that is new every day, that mercy that led an innocent man to take our blame.

Look up, beloved, your hope is found in Christ the King.

Return home, He is waiting with open arms.