A Prodigal Comes Home!

My blogging is becoming few and far between. Life seems busy right now. But I must share some exciting, encouraging news. My dad who has been away from the Lord for about 17 years has come back home. It's something we believed and prayed would happen, but didn't know when. God's timing is always perfect. 17 years for my mom probably seemed hopeless in him ever returning to the fold, but God had a plan, and in his time my dad returned on his own. No prodding or begging. Somewhere, between just he and the Lord, he made the decision to give his life back to the Lord. I knew the Lord had been dealing with him, and he finally gave in. I can't express to you how giddy I am in my spirit over this. I'm reminded of the parable in Luke 15 of the Prodigal Son:



"But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. 24For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate. (NIV)



I would have liked to of just glimpsed the party that was going on in Heaven when he came home. So, I guess in closing, I want this post to be an encouragement to the wife, the daughter, the son, the father, whoever you may be and you've been praying for that lost loved one. Don't give up hope, never stop praying, for as long as there is breath, there is hope!!