How long have I been away? I have no idea but I have a feeling you’ve been counting the days. You’ve written, you’ve called, you’ve whispered, you’ve been silent.
And I’ve just stayed away.
When I’ve seen your letters or heard your words sometimes I’ve rolled my eyes. Sometimes I’ve smiled. Sometimes maybe I thought about crying a little but probably didn’t. Sometimes I ran even further away. Sometimes I call you like you’re familiar to me. I wonder if my attempts anger or please you. I don’t like being away. But it seems easier than walking the long way back.
And so I’ve stayed away.
I think I’m going to try to come back now. I know you’re waiting.
…”But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.” Luke 15:20