Whitney and I are spending the week out in Georgia with her parents. Yesterday I experienced a hearty breakfast including eggs, biscuits and gravy, two kinds of sausages, and potatoes. I immediately felt the need to go and try and run off the 6500 calories or so that I had inhaled. I was feeling rather adventurous and decided to explore nearby neighborhoods and turned down a road that was vaguely familiar. I continued running on this road up and down hills, past neighborhoods, and eventually I felt that tingle in my spine indicating that I was perhaps very lost. I had to make a decision. I could continue on the current road and hope that I might find something familiar or I could swallow my pride and return back the way I came and follow the familiar street signs back home. Thankfully, I chose the latter and eventually made my way back home before Whitney sent a search party out after me.
I was reminded of the scene from the prodigal son story in Luke 15 where it says, '17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father." I love that line where it says, 'when he came to his senses.' Often in life we can get 'lost' in sin, temptations, idolatry, distractions, etc. We need to come to our senses, swallow our pride, and make a 180 and head back and follow the familiar street signs back home. Those familiar street signs that guide us back to our Father might be verses we've memorized from His Word, or godly counsel from a friend, or maybe advice we have held onto from a parent or mentor. So let's continue to turn back towards home because there's no place like being at home with our Heavenly Father!