i saw him run to me, hold me in his arms, held my head to his chest and said my son's come home again.
he looked at my face, wiped the tears from my eyes and with forgiveness in his voice i felt his love for me again.
he ran to me.
when God ran.
(that's the chorus of an old Benny Hester tune)
the concept of God running to me as i return to where i belong has always brought joy to me. God runs to us, that's how much He wants us back and welcomes us back.
h/t to Nullus Extra Cruem