The two faces of the mundane

As I read the story of the prodigal son, I realized something, that my journey with Christ has similar characteristics. I grew up in a household where I was introduced to Christ at a young age. At the time, I felt that I was missing out on the fun things in life and wanted to experience some of what my friends seem to be enjoying. I did my fair share of finding ways to do things trust me. However, it wasn't until I was on my own that I really recognized that I had the gift of choice. This was like giving a credit card to a teenager or young adult without explaining all the ramifications. I am still trying to repair and learn about healthy credit to date. I dipped my feet into a world that I thought I was ready for and found that I truly longed for what I would now call the good old days. (I guess I am getting there, we won't talk about it lol) I soon yearned for people that knew my name, people that had compassion and cared enough to say something to me when I was going astray.

All the things I wanted to get away from, I wanted to do it my way. I am so grateful that God, the Father, is still the Father of all prodigals, including prodigal daughters. I woke up to see that the life that I longed for was the life that I departed from with such haste the door didn't even have a chance to close as I exited and made my way to bigger and better. Only to realize that once it was all gone, I would need the mundane, not only need it but crave and yearn for it. I came to my senses, as it states in Luke 15: 17 and went back home to my Father’s house. It was there that I found the acceptance that the world denied me that I tried so hard to assimilate and find. It was in my Father’s house I learned that I was worthy, and not only worthy I was a queen. I was not just a girl or woman to be used and miss used, it was in the arms of my Father that I learned who I was. I was His daughter and no shame from the pass could or would change that; nothing I did would diminish His view of me. I was a king’s daughter when I left, and I remain a king’s daughter today.

My Father listened as I repented and welcomed me home to start the healing process. During this time with Him, I experienced pure joy. I learn to enjoy the marvelousness of the mundane. All the things I took for granted, such as a beautiful sunrise or sunset, a healthy child, terrific friends, a Fathers love, and loving relationships. Food on the table and, central air oh man I enjoy central air, especially living in the South. Friendly spats, hearing the same stories from good friends that I could repeat verbatim. I now thank God for the mundane, the safety, and the protection of my love ones. Washing clothes, clean water to drink, being in my right mind, having good health, Father, thank you so much for my life and for loving me enough not to leave me alone. If you have time this week, I encourage you to read Luke chapter 15. Thank your Heavenly Father for being God. Amen

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