I have been the prodigal daughter of a prodigal son.
I have wasted the waste that was given.
I have run away from his secret places and found my own personal self surrender-
and I have fallen painfully to the ground more times than I could ever name.
I have been the prodigal daughter.
I have had bruises on bloody knees, and have held my face between damp and folded hands.
I have memorized the texture of the floor beneath me, and the heavy sounds of broken breathing have become a favorite record in my mind.
I have been the prodigal daughter with surrendered limbs and not an ounce of strength left to even try.
I have retraced the steps and followed the scattered crumbs left behind from those who ran before me.
I have tried a thousand times, and a thousand times they have led me back into despair.
I have been the prodigal daughter desperately trying to find her way back home.
I have cried out to my Father and I have jumped into His Arms!
I have heard the words,
“I forgive you”-
and I have dared to believe that He did.
I have been washed clean by the Blood of the Lamb, and salvation has called me REDEEMED.
I have been stripped of layers soiled in shame and have felt the sweet release of ancient shackles and long procession of chains.
I have been lifted to my feet and felt the gentle Hands of restraint upon my shoulder.
I have been a newborn eagle- not quite ready, but eager to fly!
I have soared to heights beyond the comprehension of my eyes, and I have landed with the Grace of a feather from within my new wings.
I have also fallen back down to the earth and found that sometimes records will keep on singing long after the pieces are shattered and thrown away.
I have been the woman running from the fire, and I have turned around for one last look.
Yes, I have been dead.
I have been given new life.
I have fallen back down.
I have landed on my knees.
I have been lifted back onto my feet time and time again-
I am being sanctified every single day.
I am the daughter of a KING.