A prayer of gratitude

You ran to me!

Despite my arrogance.
Despite my rebellion.
Despite my rage, wrongly thrown at you.
I wandered so far away, lost in my own filth, my self-hatred.
And yet,
You ran to me.

Just as the prodigal son returning, You wrapped me in Your arms, threw Your cloak about me and feasted my return.
Oh, the Love that will not let me go!
You ran to me.

Even now, I feel Your arms around me, Your smile so bright, the wild smell of Your beard as You hold me close.
“Welcome back.”

You ran to me!