By Have you ever tried to make something happen that just never worked? Many times in our Christian walk, we think we know what is best for ourselves. Living a life that appears on the surface as a wonderful life, but as the layers are pulled back, more junk is revealed. This reminds me of the prodigal son who thought he knew best. Let’s take a look at that account.
(Luke 15: 11-32) And he said, A certain man had two sons: And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that are rightly mine. And he divided unto them his living. Not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living.
Wasted means to be careless. Can you think of a time that you wasted by not being in the moment? We should be making sure every moment counts but many of times, myself included, we have been on our phones scrolling while someone is trying to talk or even nodding as though you are listening, but you haven’t actually heard anything that person has said.
The story goes on to let us know that “the son had spent all, then there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. He worked to share the slop with the pigs.”
Think about that for a minute. He was literally getting down on his hands and knees to eat what was left on an ear of corn. Sadly, this is how many of us have lived for years. Scraping by, settling for what feels good at the time, allowing the enemy to keep us knee deep in fear. Why? Because we don’t see ourselves as worthy enough to eat at the Father’s table. We messed up and failed so many times that we have allowed that mindset to become normal.
We need to come to ourselves and remember that our Father God prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies. Stop crawling around begging for crumbs. Get up and be seated at the table that will carry you through your darkest hours.
The son finally realized that he was foolish, but he could be forgiven and treated as though what he did never mattered in the eyes of His Father.
“I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before you, and am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants.
And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. The father said to his servants, bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: And bring the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry: For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.”
My point is to come to God, the good, good Father. He is waiting for you. Maybe you have been struggling with anger, and you’re not sure where to turn. Maybe you are ashamed of what you did last night. Perhaps you just want to spend time with Him. Run! Run with all your might. Run like a Prodigal into the arms of our Savior. He has been waiting for you.
Tina Bassett resides in New Martinsville. She is a single mom of three beautiful daughters: Rachel, Charity, and Destiny. She is the director of the greeters/ushers, serves on the prayer team, and also participates on the praise and worship team at her local church. She loves animals and the beach. More than anything she wants her life to reflect God’s love and have an impact on those around her.
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