I can relate to the prodigal son because I was once a prodigal daughter. I was running from God, not yet ready to die to self. My Father, my loving Father, pursued me as I went through three different states. He never left me and in Colorado He was right there when I cried I need You Father. It was a life changing moment as I repented and said all of You and less of me Lord. Have you ran, are you running from God? Nothing you can do can stop God from loving you and right now His arms are open and He is saying it’s time to come home! 🦅 ~ Chelle, #f8ithgal
“For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.” ~ Luke 15:24
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