The Woman Who Wandered
If you are a follower of Jesus, you have a story of how you came to know Christ as your Savior. I have one, too. The beautiful part is that they all begin the same way – we believed in Jesus who died to save us from our sins so that we might have eternal life with Him. God rescued us.
However, that initial rescue isn’t the end of our stories, is it? We wander from God. Yet when we do – and we will in some way – think of Philippians 1:6, “He who began a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus.” God continues to rescue us until Jesus returns. He pulls us back to Him because He is faithful to keep his promises – always.
“Really, Kat?” you may ask. “How can you be so sure?” Good question. Let me take a moment to share a story with you about a woman who wandered from God.
The Wandering Woman
I went to college in Helena, MT and I lived the high life. I did my fair share of partying, playing, and what the world would call “having it all.” During my final year, I met a man, graduated, got married, and lived happily ever after.
Well, not quite. In a very short time, I found myself in an abusive marriage and in need of being rescued desperately. My parents were able to help me get out of that situation and they suggested that I move closer to them. Selfishly, I didn’t want to go home. “I am fine,” I said, with foolish independence. And so they made sure I got established with a job in Montana.
However, I was not fine. One step at a time, my life spiraled out of control. My job was failing, I was living paycheck to paycheck (and at times, that wasn’t enough), I had no friends, I was dating a man who did not know the Lord, and I was not attending church. In fact, I didn’t really have a relationship with God at all.
I remember the Christmas Eve I hit rock bottom. I was alone with nowhere to go and my sink was acting up. The pipes were clogged, and I decided I could fix it. Being such an experienced plumber (oh, that foolish independence of mine), I thought it would be a good idea to lie under the pipe I was pulling out...yeah, bad idea. All the mush and stink of rotten food covered me. I sat on the floor of my kitchen in a puddle of disgust and tears. I needed another kind of rescue.
The Call Home
Does this sound familiar? Perhaps the prodigal son? Or daughter, rather? Remember in the parable, the son took his inheritance and went out to live the high life. He “lived it up”...until it was all gone. He was so broke and desperate that he found himself sitting in a muddy pig pen eating the food out of their trough. What could be more disgusting? He was so far from home and the love of his father. How could his father even stand to smell him at that point, let alone love him?
But his father could stand to smell him. He even ran to take him in his arms. And he did love him. There was no amount of disgust that could prevent the father from giving him all of his love. The prodigal son was met with rejoicing and a massive celebration because of his return. The son in the parable? That was me. And the father? He is God the Father, God my Father.
Christmas Eve 2013 I went to bed (after showering, of course) angry, alone, and broken. I hadn’t prayed in months and certainly was not living for Christ. I didn’t know what to do or who to call. However, that night, I woke up about 2 AM in tears. Finally at the end of my foolish independence, I got out of bed and knelt to pray. I was so overwhelmed that I fell on the floor face down crying out to be rescued, humbling myself before my Father. I begged Him for forgiveness and asked him to take control of my life again.
Looking back on that night, I recognize something incredible. It was God who brought me to the end of my rope. He was the one to burden my heart to call out to him that night. When I felt alone, he was with me, reminding me of who he is and what he can do. He is my Father and he was rescuing me, calling me home. And he did.
The Promised Miracle
In fact, God did something extra special in his rescuing – he winked at me. My heavenly Father did all of his perfect rescuing through my earthly father, very much like the parable. I packed up, moved in with my parents, and restored a wonderful relationship with my father, who hugged me every single day. I attend a church where my father preaches Jesus to me every Sunday. I married a man to whom my father introduced me, and I serve alongside my father at church as the Women’s Ministry Leader.
I love Jesus now more than I ever have. Why? Because my heavenly Father is faithful to his promise to always call his children home, to him.
How has God rescued you? Are you a prodigal daughter wandering in the darkness? If you are, pray, ask, beg God to rescue you. He will. He will call you home; and there is nothing more joyous than realizing you have a heavenly Father who loves to call you home - no matter what.