Running Laughter!

Be sure and read the last three blogs, but
especially, the previous one. This blog
is a picture of the father's love:

"...But while he was still a long way off, his 
father saw him and felt compassion and ran
and embraced him and kissed him"
....the son's speech...
"But the father said to the servants, 'Bring
quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and
put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And
bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat 
and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead, 
and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.' 
And they began to celebrate."

The father runs...He has seen his son. (He may
not be able to see his face but he knows his walk!)
His heart explodes with joy and laughter erupts
out of him as he runs. He throws his arms around
his boy and covers him with kisses. His son tries
out his speech, but is interrupted by love. The love
of his dad throws him off completely. He is helpless
before such extravagance! Can you see it? The
Father and his boy collapse together into the dust of
the road because of laughter, volcanic laughter; mirth,
shouting. The plan to crawl home changes as the joy
and delight of his dad splits the air with laughter.

Dear reader, I am the elder brother in so many ways,
but my desire is to be able to experience the extravagant
love of my Dad!

What is the desire of your heart?
Can you hear the laughter?

Stories:

http://www.hisvictoriousindwelling.com/stories.html