Fun fact; there’s multiple ways to spell the word omelette. I’m not sure the one I’m using is correct, but truthfully, I think it looked fancier on the recipe card below! So, if you’re noticing my possible spelling error, just move past it and make this thing, because it’s delish, no matter how you spell it!
Luke 15:20 (nirv)
Most of us are probably familiar with the story of the Prodigal son. If not, here’s a quick recap: a wealthy man has two sons, and one of them decides that he wants to do life his own way. So, he asks his dad for his inheritance early, and he takes the money and runs. He spends it very quickly, and he’s left with two options: starve to death, or return back to his father. Returning home means dealing with the shame and embarrassment that comes with admitting he was wrong and made a mistake. After some debate, he decides to go home and will offer to be a servant in the house – he’s not expecting any special treatment or even a warm welcome.
This where our verse from today comes in. As you can see, the father isn’t angry. In fact, he’s filled with joy. His love for his son never wavered, and even in the midst of one of the son’s biggest mistakes, the father sees him for who he really is. This parable came directly from Jesus, and He was talking about us – about His love for us, and His grace toward us. At the end of last year, my husband and I went on a ski trip for 5 days.
Our days were filled with activities and we came home exhausted at the end of each evening. Each day seemed to fly by, and we were having so much fun. As I sat in the airport, waiting to board the flight home, I opened up my backpack and caught a glimpse of my pink, shimmering Bible. In that moment, I realized I hadn’t said a word to God in nearly 5 days; not so much as a “hello”.
Even worse, I hadn’t even thought about Him. It wasn’t a deliberate choice to skip my daily prayer time, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. How could I “forget” about God, and just weeks before I was set to publish this blog? In that moment, it felt like it would be easier to never go back. I imagine that’s how the prodigal son felt, times like 100. But just like the son, I went back with my tail between my legs, and I was met with unexpected grace and love.
It’s never too late to go home. Whether it’s been 4 days, 4 years, and 4 decades, your Father wants you to come home. He’s waiting and watching for you, ready to greet you with love and acceptance. The shame that you might be feeling isn’t coming from God, but the pull that your heart feels is. Go back home, sister. You are always enough, always loved, and always welcome.
Have you ever experienced a time that you’ve taken a step away from God? If so, have you returned yet? If not, what’s keeping you from taking a step toward Him? If so, write about your experience when you did return home.
For God’s love to be your guiding light in all circumstances and choices.
Tips & Tools
Making an omelette isn’t the easiest thing to do at first, so if you’ve never done it, be patient and give yourself some grace! Remember that your food doesn’t have to look great in order to taste great, so if it ends up as more of a scrambled egg blob, it will still be delicious! If you’re going for the gold in omelette making, be sure to have the right tools! A non-stick pan and a perfectly shaped spatula will set you up for success!