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You have a baby sister. She does everything wrong. She is promiscuous. She’s with a different lunatic every time you visit her. Crazy. She has aborted babies. No drug has escaped her. She is into voodoo magic. In and out of prison, and lives a life of pitch black sin - you name it. She is on a path of destruction. Chaos squared. A devout member of the synagogue of Satan…

You tell her to get her shit together over and over but nothing seems to work. Your hope is running thin. You say this is the last time you give a rat about your sister, over and over. The last time you send her money. The last time you picked this crazy girl up from whatever insanity she’s been up to. This is the last time she lived in your mind. Rent free.

You know it’s not true. You vow to forget that wretched girl. But you know it’s not true.
You can’t let her out of your mind. You love her…

One day you call her. She doesn’t answer. How odd. You call her again. Over and over and over. She ignores all your calls. Then her number disappears. No matter how much you want your sister to come home - your beloved sister, she never responds. The sweet little girl you built sand castles with, who ran in the backyard with you playing tag, who smeared your face in chocolate cake on your birthday, who stood up with you in your pathetic rebellions against mom and dad, who you watched grow up over the years with that goofy smile… She gave you the warmest hugs. This is your baby sister!

…. You completely lose contact with her. Is this girl really gone from the face of the Earth? What happened to her? Who knows. But every day, every damn day, you think of your sister. You hope that one day, just one day, you get to hear her sweet soft voice say, “Brother!” Not a single day goes by that she doesn’t cross your mind.

She is still in your mind living rent free…

Out of sight, but not out of mind.

CUE TIME SKIP

Thirty years later, you get a random phone call. It is your sister. She is bawling. “Bro! I’m so sorry. Can you please come get me?”

“Sis! Stay right where you are. I’m OMW!”

If you would take her back, after all this, then why would God, who is beyond a man’s understanding of human love, cloaked in infinite grace and majesty, not welcome you when you repent? This is the God who is willing to commune with his creation, who is willing to take beatings and mockery for his clueless, yet lovable sheep…

This is human love. But divine love? The love that surpasses all human understanding? Can man truly fathom the love of their Creator? Can we ever understand how the Heavenly Father sees his precious children? The splendor and generosity of His Love? We will never, ever fully comprehend it all. His gaze never stops looking at us - not even for a second. The piercing look of constant adoration, affectionate fondness, and relentless passion!

This is the truth: it would be ungodly of God to reject anyone who comes to him with a sincere, repentant heart.

The one who knows the depth of your being. The one who has watched you from the instant your cells began to divide. No - he knew you even before then. The one who has known you long before the womb. The one who desires you long after. The one who has been after you all this time. THE ONE WHO KNOWS YOU THROUGH AND THROUGH. THE ONE WHO KNOWS YOU BETTER THAN YOU. THE ONE HAS BEEN WAITING - THE ONE AND ONLY. IT’S ABOUT TIME!

Diehard sports fans never lose hope of their favorite team - down to the very last second. Even if the game is over, they are still there to cheer. They say, “We’ll get those goons next time!” They stick with their favorite team.

The Almighty has been your number one fan since day one. He will wait down to the very last wire to take you back. Your Heavenly Father wants you. Who, where, how, why, especially when… it doesn’t matter.

Home is where the love is. Come home to Love. Come home to God.