A picture of: a runaway slave (Old Testament times), who thinks her wants and ways are the only ones that matter. She's in the marketplace, looking around. Nothing that meets her eye really satisfies her desires, yet she keeps running to the same, familiar places.
Selah.
Visions are such revealing things...
Oh, to put my Master's wants and ways before my own every time. To lose self. For my battle with grace and justice to be clearly applied to myself: that I would accept His grace and forgiveness without casually dismissing its greatness. To know true repentance in response to that grace. To remember the depth of the greatest love that ever lived, and that it lived and died for me. To serve wholly - with all my heart and all my strength
A sound of: Christmas. A hammer striking a nail, repeatedly.
Yes, angels sang to welcome Him...really, they sang to let us know that He was here. To announce His presence. He came in response to our need. My need. He left glory for a sin-soaked world full of rejection and hate that crucified Him. As it was so aptly put: Jesus went dumpster-diving. He dove, that I might know true repentance in response to grace.
Lord, thank you that you love the prodigal.
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