Called Home

In the beginning I was in the center of the One who loved me. 

Then my birth brought me into a world of wonder.

As a child, I loved to play.

So, as many good children  do… I pushed limits and wanted to do things my own way. I did not want to come in when I was called.

I played, I got dirty.

I got lost .

I travelled aimlessly. Time passed, and I was frightened.

I thought I could hear my name being called… but it was faint and I wasn’t sure where it was coming from. So I wandered about. Places would look familiar and then I would realize that rather than a familiarity because I was going in the right direction, the sameness was because I was going in circles.

After some time, I found comfort in my circling. I even bedded down and called it home. I was tired of looking for my way back, and in all honesty… by that time, I was beginning to forget what home was. 

I adjusted . I ate. I slept, I even met with others . Life went on. Eventually I was oblivious to my origin.

Then, one day, when the trees danced, I heard the call. It was beautiful. I immediately remembered that I was meant to be somewhere. Someone loved me. I was lost.

The voice carried in the wind. Guiding me.

Into open arms I ran. My heart full and my being wrapped in perfect happiness.

I am so glad that I heard the call to return home.

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