Lord, you lead me out into a large place, a flat field under bright light. I have anticipated this day with fear.
The crowds I thought would jeer me, where are they? My fellows look on with encouragement. They beckon.
It was never to be a trial, but a homecoming and celebration. I am the prodigal, forgiven and fed.
Lord, let this morning worry burn away like mist.
So long I wandered. I am home.
(Letter #2,891)
Daily Letters to God 