Prodigal Chronicles: Boredom
Boredom
by Joel Howard
From the Prodigal Chronicles series
I used to be bored
At my Father’s home
I used to be bored and
Terribly alone
I didn’t belong
Or so I assumed
“Boredom” was but
An excuse to pursue
A life somewhere else
Packed my bags and ran off
Terribly confused
Not understanding the cost
Of a life apart from God
Apart from home
Apart from grace
Apart from brothers and
Family who each new my name
But the boredom I thought was a curse
The boundaries I assumed were the worst
The failure I tended to feel
Was the normal I’d give anything for right now
The normal that every wise man talks about
The grace of a whisper and scarcely a shout
If home is that boredom
God I want it now!
“Return to me son!” I hear You say out loud
It’s boring to rest
But it never runs out!
If boredom’s the best
Then God I want it now!
