We don’t always take the straight path.
Sometimes we take the long road. Or no road at all.
We drift, we dig in our heels, we detour in search of something that was always within us.
But here’s what’s beautiful: the way back never closes. It is never locked.
There is no secret password. Just a heart turned back in the right direction.
Faith doesn’t demand perfection. It only asks you to come home.
And when you do, don’t expect a lecture. Expect a welcome.
The arms that open to receive you don’t care where you’ve been.
They’re just glad you’re back.