Second Chances

Sometimes it takes a mistake;
that voyage so far away
from everything dear and familiar:
comfortable. Away from love
to show us how much we need it.
And it takes us trying, scrambling
running around without our heads
to figure things out on our own.
It takes all the blunders
the days, nights, years
that we wish had never happened,
the wrong turn, u-turns, and bad maps
to help us figure out
that what we were looking for
what we were so desperate to try and find
all on our own,
was standing right there
with arms wide open.
And when we finally come home exhausted
from the wild goose chase
He's still standing there.
You see, He loves broken people
He loves holes, worn out things,
old things, unloved things
because He loves to gather them back
into His arms--even after they've run
and to give them a second chance.
He always forgive,
He always renews
He always hopes
He always restores
He always loves
and He always heals.