Hello ,
Imagine the following scenario for just a moment. Your youngest son leaves home, disavowing you as his father. He takes a large portion of your estate with him, proceeds recklessly, and with big plans in his mind for really living without you in his life, he walks away. You watch him leave, and your heart cries out in love for him, wishing that somehow you could share the immense love in your heart for him,
even as he turns his back on you and your entire family.
Time goes by, but every day you look for this long, lost boy on the road that leads back your home. Will he ever return? Will you ever see him again?
One day as you are looking longingly down the road, you see the ragged figure of a man on the distant horizon. As he comes nearer and nearer, his feet slowly dragging on the dusty road, you see something familiar about him. It is your youngest son; emaciated and forlorn, but alive.
The boy who is returning home, is not the cocky, self-assured boy who left. His shoulders droop, and his countenance is cast downward as he haltingly approaches. He begins to pour out his heart to you in quiet tones, admitting that he has nothing to offer in terms of value to the family.