worn path poem

i wrote worn path when my sister left home. my mom, concerned for her, went for a drive just hoping she'd find my sister. i was struck by the way my mom's actions reframed the story of the prodigal son. it caused me to ask, "what if the Father wasn't just waiting on the porch?"

i can't help but get emotional every time i read this poem. i'm reminded of our Father's relentless pursuit of us.

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