Coming home

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.