What Happens When God Calls You By Name: Return of the Prodigal, Part 2

 

If you didn’t read last week’s post, you can catch up on the Return of the Prodigal Part One: When You’re Standing at the End of the Long Road Home at http://lisamurrayonline.com/2015/07/return-of-the-prodigal-part-one-when-youre-waiting-at-the-end-of-the-long-road-home/.  This week we continue our journey toward healing and restoration.  I hope you enjoy!

 

I sat and listened to him fill in the missing puzzle pieces of his life. With each story, a mixture of joy and pain. There is the distinct realization that in every event, every experience, we were missing.

He apologized. Said he had been wrong, immature. Said he needed to get his life right.

He said he had moved out west with his other family, the one who never gets shut out. He said he had poured himself into partying, trying to fill a whole inside. Said it wouldn’t go away. Described a voice, God, tugging at his heart to come home. He resisted for a while, but eventually relented, that’s what he said.

Saturday evening the phone rang, and it was him, asking if he could go to church with us in the morning.

That Sunday was particularly beautiful. The sun was warm, but not sweltering. The ride to church was both enjoyable and careful, as if everyone wanted to tread lightly to protect this moment.

The country roads, the horses and the hayfields steadied me. They always steady me. The country has a way of anchoring my soul into its strong and rocky soil. I needed to be anchored.

We walked in the sanctuary and found our seats – right side of the sanctuary, mid-way back. As it has always been — Husband. Son. Me.

Worship began. Every song, it seemed, was about victory, resounding with hope and redemption. It all seemed so surreal. How did the thing we prayed for so long come to sit right next to me? Can this be?

Somewhere in the middle of the singing, the band playing, the music seeping into the pews and right into my ache, Pastor Steve got up on stage and stopped the music. He said, “God is telling me that there is a prodigal son here and I need to let you know that you don’t have to run any longer. You are home.”

How could he have known? He couldn’t have known.

That moment, something other-worldly, other-something careened into me. I was dumbstruck, awestruck, devastated and yes, undone. Lightening bolted in my heart and I heard something speak almost audibly, saying, “Lisa, I’ve got this under control. I’ve always had this under control.”

The pastor said, “I am going to wait for you. I want you to come take my hand.”

Now, the church is large and a number of people made their way forward. Not him. My heart fell.

The pastor said, “You’re still not here. I’m giving you ten more seconds to get down here. Ten – nine – eight…”

He made his way out of the pews, out from the center of Husband. Son. Me, and walked right down to the pastor, right down to the place where he came home to his Abba Father, where he made things right, where he met Jesus. He met Jesus!

At the end of the service as we were standing to leave, an older gentleman in the seats in front of us turned around and said, “Son, I have a word for you.” He said, “You are not a prodigal son, you are a chosen son, a chosen son. You have been called and annointed. You are to be a leader. You are a chosen son.” Right after he said that, he added, “ I don’t even know why I said that. I don’t go to church here. I’m just in town visiting my daughter.”

Now isn’t that just like God? He doesn’t just want to save us, He wants to give us a new identity.

We will only find our truest emotional identity here on earth once we’ve claimed our spiritual identity. We can never discover who we are, our worth, our values and beliefs, much less our passion and our purpose until we’ve come to know ourselves as the Beloved. We are the Beloved of our Father.

Do you know your spiritual identity? Have you come to accept yourself as the Beloved? If not, what stands in your way?

He stood waiting for my son, right side of the sanctuary, midway back. He called His name, right in the middle of Husband. Son. Me.

He stands waiting for you. Right where you are.

You don’t have to run any longer. You are home.

 

 

10 Comments

  1. Awestruck, Lisa. Thank you for sharing. His love and absolute sovereignty can be so dumbfounding. Praying for you and yours, thanks for testifying!

    • lisamurray

      July 21, 2015 at 7:03 AM

      Bethany,
      I, too, was awestruck! God’s love can reach into the deepest, most hopeless and broken places and breathe new life! Thanks for stopping by, friend! Blessings.

  2. Ginger Harrington

    July 21, 2015 at 3:37 PM

    I am so enjoying the story you share in this prodigal series. What an incredible experience that blesses all of us. Linking with you at #RaRaLinkUp.

    • lisamurray

      July 22, 2015 at 11:04 AM

      Ginger,
      I am so glad you are enjoying the prodigal series. It is the word of our testimony of God’s faithfulness and provision in our lives that helps others along their journey. I feel so blessed to share! Blessings today, friend!

  3. Debbie Kitterman

    July 22, 2015 at 9:36 AM

    Celebrating with you and with Heaven today as I read your post. Your son is chosen! A Leader! and he has come home to his Father! What a glorious day and wonderful celebration of new life and destiny. Blessings, stopping by from #WednesdayPrayerGirlsLinkup

    • lisamurray

      July 22, 2015 at 2:52 PM

      Debbie,
      Thank you so much for your encouragement! It was a glorious day that I never want to forget!!!

  4. Lisa, I’m your neighbor at Holley’s CoffeeForYourHeart this morning so stopped by to visit.

    And your words blessed me beyond anything I could have imagined. I too am a praying momma for a son who has strayed so very far. From home. From God

    And I pray. And Praise God for the work He is doing in Matt.

    Tears of joy streamed as I finished reading your post. Indeed, he is a CHOSEN son.

    Thank you for sharing. Susan

    • lisamurray

      July 23, 2015 at 8:07 AM

      Susan,
      I’m so blessed to have you stop by today! There is nothing greater than the power of a praying mom! I have to remind myself every day that God has always had this – I can trust Him – He is faithful! Praying over your son with you today!!! Blessings, sweet friend!

  5. Hi, Lisa! 🙂 What a beautiful testimony of God’s faithfulness and goodness to us. Because we are all prodigals in some sense, yet all chosen, too. Thanks for sharing with us at Grace and Truth last week!
    Jen @ Being Confident of This

    • lisamurray

      July 31, 2015 at 7:20 AM

      Jen,
      Thank you so much for stopping by, Jen! I love sharing at Grace & Truth each week! Blessings today!

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