The Prodigal One

I was once like the prodigal son... Yet I asked not for my inheritance, neither did I squander away anything, except for myself. I entered the world with nothing but what our Father blessed me with, that which He anointed and gifted me with, and I found myself in the hog pen, eating less than the scraps from His table; eating less than nothing. Then, I one day came to myself, (came to my senses,) and I remembered that I'm a child of the King. I remembered that I didn't have to live in filth, I didn't have to live a life of groveling, of being stuck in muck, bounded and enclosed, eating from a trench, when there were feasts at my Father's house. I remembered that I had been young, and am now old, yet I have NEVER seen the righteous forsaken, nor His seed begging bread. I remembered that I have a Father who loved me despite my faults, and forgave me before I ever made my first mistake... So I got up... I looked to Him to scold me, willing to allow Him to chastise and correct me for my losing sight of what He instilled in me. Instead, He stood there with open arms, ordered His servants, shepherds and angels to heal, feed and clothe me with the garments of righteousness and praise, fitted me with an whole armor ask my own, and He welcomed His wayward son home... Now we're waiting on you. #ImStillBlessed