As I was studying the prodigal son in the fifteenth chapter of Luke today and have probably read this no less that a hundred or more times, it really came to me that while it only took eight verses for this young man to come to his senses, we don’t know how much time had elapsed. It could have been a couple of weeks or several decades, but it made no difference to his father, God. To me, that is so reassuring that God is always patiently waiting for us to wake up and come to Him! Sometimes my lessons come so easy while other times there seems to be such a struggle. That is always up to me!
Gratitude and humility are the traits always needed to find the Christ and that still, small voice. Luke 15:24 reads “for this son of mine was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found. And they began to celebrate.” Setting aside human will and outlining and turning wholeheartedly to God is the answer.