God will not be behind-hand in love to us: for our drop, we shall receive an ocean.

God's pursuing you

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good." —

Coming home" meant, for me, walking step by step toward the One who awaits me with open arms and wants to hold me in an eternal embrace.

Faith is the radical trust that home has always been there and always will be there.

If ever there came a morning when mercy and simple good fortune took to their heels and fled, grace alone might have to do.

Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.

The author of the Twenty-third Psalm makes a similar point. When all is going smoothly in his life, surrounded by green pastures and still waters, the psalmist talks about God, referring to God as He. But when he finds himself for the first time in the valley of the shadow of death and discovers that God has not abandoned him, only then does he say for the first time, "for Thou art with me.

For the lord thy God is a merciful God; he will not forsake thee, neither destroy thee.

God loves you so much that he's searching the wild, dark night to save you. He's moving all his furniture and tearing up the carpet simply to reach you. God is watching every moment of every day, waiting for you to return home, and when you're yet only a dot on the horizon, he'll sprint toward you, his arms flung wide and a joyous grin lighting his face.

God is good. God is good to me. God is good at being God. And today is yet another page in our great love story. Nothing

There aren't many sure things in this world. But God's love and goodness are something we can absolutely count on to be there with us . . . to follow us.