While in meditation recently I was having a difficult time trying to pray and feel present with the Father. This is not all that unusual and I know to just try to be present. I finally said in prayer, “I don’t sense I am getting through and I don’t feel at home and a part of this prayer thing today.” I dosed off and had a dream. This is what I heard from the Lord:
“Whoopee! My son is here! Put a Tri-Tip on the grill and start the Baked Potatoes. Get a pair of Lucchese boots, a fresh pair of laundered 13MWZ Wranglers, a new white dress shirt and a fine silver belly hat. Put my best wristwatch and diamond ring on his hand. Start the Merle Haggard music… we are going to have a Homecoming Party!” I then showered and got dressed in the fine clothes and sat down next to Father. I was just being quiet and then family and friends started showing up to the party. I was so humbled and broken. I then was awake. Prayer was easy.
I learned this: Forgiveness and love can be kind of embarrassing.
“So he returned home to his father. And while he was still a long way off, his father saw him coming. Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him.” Jesus