you poured out Your Spirit and i didn't care. still You loved me
nothing compares to what You've done for me
my heart has been broken, i've laid out my shame
so i'll tell of Your Story, i'll carry Your Name
i'll live for Your Glory, Lord i'll share in Your Pain
just to love You
– Michael Gungor Band, "Prodigal"
This song. This story.
A younger son asks for his inheritance, says "hey dad, give me my money.. i'm gonna do things my own way. i'm done here." {that would hurt my feelings if i were the dad.. but he lets his son go anyway} So the son goes nuts and ends up homeless, starving, low, broken, empty.
"After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need." - Luke 15:14
i'm thinking about the stories in AA meetings that i've had the privilege to hear: moments of rock bottom redemption. i'm thinking of everyone who has the chance to hear the Gospel but chooses to live for themselves instead. i'm thinking of myself and how i'm no different because i, too, have fallen just as short and have hit that point of desperation. It's easy to coast along when life is fair, not needing a savior, but when we lose our grip is when we desire to cling to Truth and Hope.
i look back at the seasons where i am so in need of sovereign help, so quick to obey and appreciate, and i long to be there again. My life is in order these days, therefore i need to be cautious of who's getting the glory and be reminded of who's hand gets me through each day.
i'm thankful for mistakes and heartbreaks because they now point me toward a dependency that's not only healthy but HOLY. i'm thankful for the younger son, who humbly returns to his Good Father, expecting punishment {which is only natural for human minds to assume} but receiving open arms and abundant GRACE {which only a Limitless Creator and an Unconditional Love could concoct}.
Nothing compares to what You've done for me.
– Michael Gungor Band, "Prodigal"
This song. This story.
A younger son asks for his inheritance, says "hey dad, give me my money.. i'm gonna do things my own way. i'm done here." {that would hurt my feelings if i were the dad.. but he lets his son go anyway} So the son goes nuts and ends up homeless, starving, low, broken, empty.
"After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need." - Luke 15:14
i'm thinking about the stories in AA meetings that i've had the privilege to hear: moments of rock bottom redemption. i'm thinking of everyone who has the chance to hear the Gospel but chooses to live for themselves instead. i'm thinking of myself and how i'm no different because i, too, have fallen just as short and have hit that point of desperation. It's easy to coast along when life is fair, not needing a savior, but when we lose our grip is when we desire to cling to Truth and Hope.
i look back at the seasons where i am so in need of sovereign help, so quick to obey and appreciate, and i long to be there again. My life is in order these days, therefore i need to be cautious of who's getting the glory and be reminded of who's hand gets me through each day.
i'm thankful for mistakes and heartbreaks because they now point me toward a dependency that's not only healthy but HOLY. i'm thankful for the younger son, who humbly returns to his Good Father, expecting punishment {which is only natural for human minds to assume} but receiving open arms and abundant GRACE {which only a Limitless Creator and an Unconditional Love could concoct}.
Nothing compares to what You've done for me.
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