When I got lost, He reminded me of His love for me, so I came back. He allowed me to miss Him. To know the loss. And because He is safe, I came back.
He whispered “remember” – and I came back.
He let me get jealous. So I came back.
He didn’t want me to go, but He does not force choice.
And then I came back.
Never so empty as those few years.
Never so restless as those long few years.
Never to leave Him again.
My God.