Come Home Running

Yesterday I wrote about my need to make amends for being less than honest. And I promised that before the sun went down, I would have made my apologies.

I’m happy to report I did so. As it turns out, I had to make amends to five different people. Sigh. When I decide to humiliate myself, I don’t hold back. So I called, saw in person or emailed everyone on my list. I made apologies and I made amends. And they all granted me forgiveness and grace. In fact, they were gracious beyond words and I came away feeling not down and sad but encouraged and appreciated.

And in this moment, I’m reminded that God is also waiting with open arms, to grant his amazing grace to us as soon as we turn to him in repentance. For when I finished making my earthly amends, I suddenly realized I needed to ask God’s forgiveness as well.

There is a song my 7 year old grandson loves, called “Come Home Running.” Yesterday, I ran into my Abba’s arms and before I was even half way there, he had run to me, gathered me close and assured me I am still his beloved, still his cherished daughter.  

May you, dear friends, also find rest and peace with your Abba-Father as well, as you come home running.

Thanks for listening. Caro