It’s called Five Minute Friday. Each week, we write freely on a one-word prompt. Then we link up at the amazing Kate Motaung’s site. It’s a flash mob of writers- having fun and sharing their take on one word. This week’s prompt was DOOR.
This is not what was supposed to happen…not what he planned.
He stumbled down the road, stinking from pride and poor decisions.
He had tried to make a name for himself, but ruined his reputation and his future instead.
Only when we run out of money, do we recognize who provides.
Only when we are cold and shivering on the streets, can we define home.
Only when we run out of opportunities, do we appreciate an open door.
He had nowhere to turn. Nothing offering hope.
Except maybe one place…
Finally, he was desperate for what was behind that one door. He was hungry enough, lonely enough, cold enough…
The walk home was plenty long to prepare his knock, his apology, and his heart.
But before he felt confident in his plans, before he felt ready, he heard his name and saw His face.
His Father was on the road, closing in the distance, and looking for his return.
The greatest of loves delivered The Door to the weakest of sons.
His apology was squeezed out by a hug and his plan was washed away by tears of joy. It was a greeting of grace, a reunion of redemption, and peace for a prodigal.
And he never even had to knock.