some point in our lives, many of us find ourselves lost. For
some, it’s a feeling of emptiness, or lack of purpose.
For others, it’s a deep loneliness, and an overwhelming
sense of separation, and of not belonging, even in a crowd.
Some of us have been struck down by loss, and struggle every
waking moment with depression and grief that relentlessly
presses down on us and won’t let up. All of these feelings
are very real, and indeed are part of the very fabric of what
we call Life. But many of us find that we cannot face the
pain. At least not alone.
Often, we can turn
to alcohol and drugs as a temporary escape. Others enter into
different types of addictions such as bad relationships, sex,
food, anger . . . the list goes on and on. And the deeper
we delve into this false reality, the more lost we become.
Because eventually we become completely convinced that we’re
no good, that we’re not worth saving . . . no one could
love us now. Not even God.
you need a pillow for your sorrow
If you need a blanket for your soul
If you need a place your broken heart
Can be made whole . . .
He’ll be your strength to face tomorrow
And when the
night seems dark and cold
Fall into the arms that won’t let go
Arms That Won't Let Go" by Robinson/Johnson/Denson
from the Al Denson CD
With One Voice
and the new
Jim Robinson CD, Healer of
If these words strike something in your heart, we would like
to extend this invitation: Come home. The real truth is, each
of us is worth loving, no matter where we’ve been before,
or where we’re coming from now. We at ProdigalSong believe
in the Biblical model that each of us is born into this world
a broken vessel—an imperfect but perfectly loved child
of God. But there is a grace-filled truth accompanying this
inherent “flaw.” Because this longing within us—this
deep craving, this emptiness of the spirit—is designed
by our Father to draw us ever to Him. This “hole in
our soul” into which we vainly throw booze and drugs
and money and religion and perfectionism and everything else
imaginable, can only be filled by Him. And when that happens,
Life truly begins.
Like the prodigal
son of scripture, most of us feel unworthy to come home. Bruised
and broken by life’s road, we let our shame and self-loathing
keep us from turning back toward the light. But the truth
is, Someone waits for us. And once we find the courage to
turn, He will run to greet us, arms open, ready to offer us
the Feast of Living.
really matter who you are, where you’ve been, or what
you’ve done. You can come home. And sometimes all it
takes is an outstretched hand, offering you rest, a warm place
to lay your head....