Yesterday morning I spent quite a bit of time visiting with a friend who I haven’t seen in years. Periodically we have these calls and catch up. It was so good to hear her voice.
We talked about everything. As we were talking about our children and the wonderful adults, or near-adults, that they have become I remembered an experienced with her younger son from years ago. She mentioned that he is now 6’4″ and plays on his high school basketball team.
What I remembered was a little boy with glasses about six years old. Dave and I worked for and with our friends each summer. I did clerical work and some days were more hectic than others so I had a rule for days like that. If you came into the office and my door was closed you were to wait until I opened it to you – don’t just come barging in.
This little guy had been visiting his cousins for a few days and I knew he was due to come home. I was working with the door closed. I heard the outer office door open and close but heard nothing more. I continued working through some accounting procedures and when I was done, several minutes later, I opened my office door to see if anyone was there.
There he stood, right beside the door, such a big smile on his face. He didn’t say anything at first and I told him I was glad he was home. Finally I asked if there was something he needed. He looked at me and said, “I just wanted to give you a hug”.
My heart melted – I think we both shed a tear. What a wonderful hug it was!
I know many of you are like me, we’re huggers. It’s a “family” trait.
“The younger son got up and started back to his father. But when he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt sorry for him. He ran to his son and hugged and kissed him.” Luke 15:20 CEV
Our Father is a hugger. I often wonder how different the story of the prodigal son would have been if the father had greeted him with a lecture, a cold shoulder or an “I told you so” instead of a hug and a kiss.
The son was stinky, his clothes were filthy, he had been living a life of rebellion but the Father just wanted a hug! He wanted to embrace his son; he was overjoyed his son had come home. “All is forgiven, come home”! This was the call of the Father’s heart.
It still is.
We wander, we roam, we run off but the Father, our father, watches and waits and when He sees us coming, hearts full of remorse, He runs to meet us with open arms and a heart of forgiveness.
He celebrates our return with a hug and a kiss.
I am so grateful for His embrace! There is a miracle in a hug; a miracle of healing, a miracle of love, a miracle of reconciliation.
He’s still a good hugger, but now instead of his head reaching my arm pit, my head only reaches to his arm pit! Praise God for the work He does in our children’s lives!
Please tell him thanks for such a special memory!