Still more on the Prodigal Son

Have really been turning this one over in my head this month. I was thinking about the time between the Prodigal Son's decision to return home and that moment of embrace from the father. He sets off hoping only for survival, to stay alive and the most basic level. That whole way home, he expected nothing because he deserved nothing. The extent of his faith was very small. How surprised, then, to see his father running out to him, embracing him and honoring him. I think sometimes our faith is too small, we know that we deserve nothing from God and hope only for something small. Yet grace knows no limits. Oh the unreachable depths of God's grace. He gives us so much more than we can ever hope or imagine.