“Or do you despise the riches of His goodness, forbearance, and longsuffering, not knowing that the goodness of God leads you to repentance?” Romans 2:4

Runaway

I had a dog once. He was a big, strong, beautiful Doberman. I loved him. He loved me. Sitting on the floor, I chose him personally from a squirming litter of puppies. He chose me back as he clambered clumsily up into my lap. I took good care of him. I fed him, bathed him, gave him treats and bones. I took him to the vet. I trained him and played with him. I provided all his needs.

He was a good dog. There was one area that he faltered in, however. We lived in an isolated spot high in the mountains surrounded by miles of forest. Most days when we went for a walk, he would stay nearby, running ahead sniffing and exploring, but returning to my side. Then again there were those days when he shot away like a bullet and disappeared into the trees. No amount of calling for him availed. He was set on doing his own thing and was gone from me.

All this reminds me of my faltering walk with God. There are times when, even though I know better, I am determined to do things my own way. I leave His side and am streaking away at light speed. I stop my ears to His voice. I leave His side. I do not respond. I do not obey.

I know He loves me. I know He meets all my needs. I know He chose me. I know I chose Him. Yet I depart. I deliberately run to sin.

Eventually, too slowly, I realize I messed up. I miss Him. I am guilty. I want to return to His love and care. I remember Him with longing. I want to go home.

In the case of the rascal dog, he would suddenly appear on our deck a few hours or a few days later looking rather sheepish and very hungry. And of course he was let into the house, fed and welcomed back.

I feel not only sheepish upon my return to God, but oftentimes I am ashamed. I am convicted of my wrong and know I have caused sorrow. I return by confessing my sin and repenting. God always welcomes me back. Sometimes, though, I have suffered the consequences of my sin. Sin hurts people. The dog of my story once appeared on the deck with a nose full of porcupine quills. Sin is painful!

My determination is to not keep making these same mistakes. My determination is to stay close to my Master’s side and not depart. My determination is to hear His voice and obey—for He is good, He is merciful, and He is patiently waiting for me at home.

“Father, without Your grace and forgiveness I would be lost in the darkness and dangers of the forest. You are my home. Thank You for forgiveness. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”