In the instant of that conflict, I lost to the most loving God. My heart had been won and all that was in me cried out to come back to the only true love I’d ever felt. In the stillness of the moment an entire little church waited patiently for a wayward son to come to his senses and return to his heavenly Father. Could I hold out against the unyielding pain inside my chest? Could I coldly deny the outstretched hand of God? Would I abort the life that had been purchased by Christ for me? Was what I was felling genuine and could I really trust God again? He had failed me hadn’t He? Spiritual breakthrough!
I exploded from my seat in the second row with arms straight up in surrender, shouting “It’s me! It’s me!” The chairs in front of me went flying as I leaped and broke threw to the alter with tears of joy spilling down my face. Shouts of joy joined with Heaven as I renewed my commitment to the lover of my soul. I was now back safe at home, but what did the future have for me? What did coming back mean? How much discipline would I have to face. Was there wrath awaiting my return? Everything inside me reassured me that I was forgiven. From the tears on my face to the words of acceptance now being shared by all around me, I knew I was RESTORED! There was nothing to fear. Love had recaptured me!
