Somewhere Within the Chaos and the Riffs Things Seemed to Click

It was Monday afternoon, and I had just tagged along with some friends to go to a store and pick up some stuff that had been on layaway for a little while. I guess before I get into that I should tell you that, more often than not, when I'm writing that I get so inspired by music playing in the background, or I'll be listening to the music and something will pop in my head...it's just how my brain was stitched together.
Back to the Monday car ride. I was sitting in the backseat, behind the driver, and I remember that Skillet was playing, and I started to think about the story of The Prodigal Son. Most people know about it, but for those of you that don't, here's a summery. Boy has rich father, boy tells father he wants his inheritance money, boy moves away and spends all the money, boy is broke and homeless and ends up taking care of pigs for money and then boy comes to and says that maybe he should go back to his father's house, boy asks for forgiveness and father welcomes him back.
Now, as my summery of the story has very much overlooked a lot of what went on in the story, the main part that really struck me, was the part of the father. In the story, the story being in the Bible, it talks about how the father sat and waited for his Lost Boy to come home. It was almost as if the father had known what was going to happen, in regards to the son getting to a point where we no longer had anywhere to go.
God is that father to us. He knows that we're going to mess up, He knows that we are going to make decisions that we'll later regret, or think "man, it would be so much different if I had done such-in-such instead of this." God doesn't want us to make poor decisions, but He does want us to know that we are welcome to come back "home" when we finally "come to."
There might seem to be a kink in the story to some of you. I understand that there are some of you that haven't ever been "home", that you haven't made that decision to follow Christ. Maybe you're thinking, "God will never accept me because of my lifestyle", well He doesn't want your lifestyle, you're right. But He does want you. He knows that you are struggling with this decision because you have made "so many mistakes". He doesn't expect you to be perfect, and He doesn't expect to you completely understand. If we completely understand God's ways, wouldn't He cease to be God?? He wants your faith, not your "know how".
If you are one of the one's that has been "home" and is wanting to go back, realize this. God wants you to come home. God wants you to take the steps to do so. He wants you to know that where you have strayed off to isn't where you need to be, but that He doesn't hold that against you. If you truly want to change as a person, and you are willing to change whatever it is that you're involved in because of wherever you're at, then that is the first step.
God is sitting at home, waiting on the porch for you to come over the hill. He knows you're weak. He knows that you need someone to carry you, and He's that Someone. He is ready to carry you wherever it is that you're meant to be. But you have to know that He's your strength, you're only Strength. He's ready and willing to accept all of your flaws, your human nature, your entire being, because He is completely and totally in love with you. He wants you to give up everything for Him. Giving up everything might be a scary way of putting it, but it's the only way to Him.
God isn't your Bible thumping parents, or that pastor that you remember that only seems to talk about money and how many are in service on Sunday. He is a loving God, that is jealous of your time. A loving God that loves you as if there were no one else in existence, and He wants you to come home. He is excited about everything you are going to share with Him. You are the Lost Boy, or the Lost Girl, and He is ready to welcome you back home as if you've never left.

You're so special.
Unique.
His arms are open and ready to pull you in close.