Luke 15:20 (NIV) — The Prodigal Son
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.
Still, we wander—down winding paths we call our own. We twist and turn, maneuver through the maze of life, believing the journey is ours to control. And yet, it never truly ends.
I’ve dreamed many times of being lost—unable to find my way back. The destination is visible, yet unreachable. And with each step that falls short, the anxiety grows heavier.
But these dreams, these glimpses into the soul, lead me to a single truth:
I am only lost without God.
I don’t need to know the way—I only need to trust. I need to believe that whatever stands before me is exactly what it ought to be. Faith is not a path I walk to find Him; it is the stillness in which I realize He has always been there.
You don’t need to take a single step in any direction to return to God and His holy grace. This effortless return is the gift of the Creator Himself.
Never believe your path has gone unseen. Every road you walk, every valley you descend, God has already walked before you.
He knows who you are.
He is in love with your eternal soul.
To return to Him is not a journey.
It is simply being—here, now, with Him.
