I was not going back because I wanted to, I was going back cause’ there was no place left that was willing to take me in…I was finished, I could sink no more:- my mind was thoroughly convinced that maybe God could take me in, my heart believed there could be a little room in Gods heart for me… not much of a room but I was willing to try him…
I did not say anything as I stood before him in worship…I was too broken to say anything.
He embraced me, held me in his arms and told me how much he loved me…that was the moment my life changed forever...I now preach God's love because when I disobeyed God, He did not condemn me,He forgave me .
so I call myself the prodigal son. The one who loves much cause he is forgiven much…the child who truly got what He does not deserve…Share this:
