Running Toward the Father Who Waits
The sun is just breaking the horizon, painting the sky in colors that demand nothing from you. Yet you reach for the phone, the task, the noise—anything to drown out the voice rising in the silence.
You are terrified that if you sit still, that voice will tell you who you really are. But look at the light creeping across the floor.
It does not scream. It does not demand.
It simply arrives. The light has been waiting for you to stop running long enough to hear it say your name.
You are not running from a judge; you are running toward a father who has been watching the road since before you left. The silence is not empty.
It is full of the one who called you home.
Drawing from
Luke 15:4-6, Luke 1:78-79
Verses
Luke 15:4-6, Luke 1:78-79
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