The prodigal son left home, convinced his true identity lay somewhere else being someone else. It wasn’t until he suffered a famine in his life that he determined to go back home.
Home was where he was accepted. In that acceptance, the prodigal found more than he expected; he realized the meaning of forgiveness and love.
Each of us is a prodigal in our own way. Deep inside, we know where we belong, but we think we know better than the Spirit yearning within us and the Father yearning for us.
The good news about a prodigal … he always comes home.
He arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. “My son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found” (Luke 15:20, 24).