Dear diary; #lostbutfound

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I've been doing a lot of thinking, yes, I've been thinking about my Dad and the home I left behind. Today I remember how far I strayed, lost in the world, having so many people around me but still felt alone. I was alone because the one person I needed to be with me, was far away. I remembered running away from home and away from my Father because I was tricked into believing He does not love me, neither did he care about me. With every minute that went by, it became harder to remember where I was coming from. I knew where I wanted to go, but I didn't know how to get there, all roads led me back to my confused and lost state. I thought, I should never have run away from home, but then the voice said to me, “it's too late now as you cannot even find your way back home, and even if you did, your Dad would never accept you back”. My heart sank. Struck, completely lost, and about to be blown away by the cold storm that was my only companion, I stumbled upon a book. Picking it up, I tried to open to know it's content, but being in no mood to be reading books, I dropped it and decided to read it some other time. One cold afternoon, with nothing else with which to pass time, I decided to know the content of the book after finding it again in the hole I had dumped it. Opening the book, I realized it was from my Dad and suddenly I felt such warmth that I had forgotten existed. I felt so happy knowing that my Dad never stopped searching for me. Strength I never had before filled my body and I was determined to find my way back home and back to my Father. I got up so fast I almost fell back to the ground, and just as I turned to trace my way back home and back to my Dad, I found myself in an embrace, at that moment I wondered where the cold had stormed off to because I felt so warm inside and out, a soothing warmth was in that embrace. He held me longer than a stranger would, but I really did not care because I was savouring the warmth in His embrace. His hand moved to my head, cupping my face and lifting it up so my eyes could meet His, tears rolled down my eyes, it was my Dad. I tried to speak, I searched for words to tell Him how sorry I was, I found none. I felt so ashamed and could not look Him in the eye, I waited for Him to scold me, I waited for His shots of anger, and the piercing chill of His words, reminding me how foolish I had been to run away from home, but instead He wiped the filth off my face, gave me a kiss and said, “Son you have bathed yourself in filth, and made dirt your garment, let's go home and get you cleaned up. Everyone misses you and are all eager to welcome you back home, there's even a feast going on right now to welcome you, let us hurry so we don't miss it”. I could not hold back the stream of tears that flowed down my cheeks, but He just wiped away the tears from my eyes, pulled me back to His warm embrace I was quickly getting addicted to, and reminded me how much He loves me and misses me.
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