Come Home, Devotional

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Come Home

For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.

Luke 15:24 NIV

Once there was a widow who lived in a miserable attic with her son. years before, the woman had married against her parents' wishes and had gone to live in a foreign land with her husband.

Her husband had proved irresponsible and unfaithful, and after a few years he died without having made any provision for her and their child. It was with the utmost difficulty that she managed to scrape together the bare necessities of life.

The happiest times in the child's life were when the mother took him in her arms and told him about her father's house in the old country. She told him of the grassy lawn, the noble trees, the wild flowers, the lovely paintings, and the delicious meals.

The child had never seen his grandfather's home, but to him it was the most beautiful place in all the world. He longed for the time when he would go to live there.

One day the postman knocked at the attic door. the mother recognized the handwriting on the envelope, and with trembling fingers she broke the seal. There was a check and a slip of paper with just two words: "Come Home".

Like this father...and the father of the prodigal son...our heavenly Father opens His arms to receive us back onto a place of spiritual comfort and restoration at the end of a weary day.

God does not ask us to stand and take our punishment for the day's failures. He simply welcomes us into His healing presence as children redeemed by the blood of His Son. There, He assures us that He understands our hurts and shortcomings and, miracle of all miracles, loves us anyway.

The Father is calling you to come home. Why not start and end each day in the comfort and provision of His presence? When you are weary and failures consume you, run to your heavenly Father and let him hold you and restore you...run to the secret place. If you are wounded or hurt, come home and let Him wrap you in His sweet love.

My Secret Place

There is a Light that shows me the way,
To a secret place I go each day,
And as I enter through its welcoming gates,
I know there, for me, my Jesus awaits.

I don't know it all but this much I know,
It is a lovely place where I love to go.
My secret place is full of mercy and grace,
A dwelling place where I am embraced.

A place in which to nourish my soul,
A place to go to make me whole.
His love and mercy beckons me "stay",
A place from which I never want to stray.

When I become weary and life hard to take,
I run to Him, of love and mercy, I partake.
His love leads me to this place each day
He nurtures me, my tears He wipes away.

A place of refuge, a shelter from the storm,
A place to run to and rest in His arms.
Where in love, He lets me see His face,
A holy field of grace...My Secret place.

May God bless and keep you.

JESUS IS LORD!!