While thinking about the Lord and His lovingkindness, He reminded me of an incident that took place years ago. Rich and I were at the beginning of our friendship, which was on the verge of blossoming into love. He and another friend had decided to attend a meeting they'd heard about rather than go to the Sunday evening college group associated with our church. I started off with a friend to the college group; but her car broke down on the way to the meeting. Rain poured down on us as we walked to get help. Yes, this was long before cell phones. In the meantime, Rich and Stan had changed their minds and decided to attend the college group after all. They were concerned when Sydney and I didn't come. Rich returned to Betty June's where I was living, and waited for me. When I finally made it home, looking like a drowned rat, there he was! He enfolded me in his embrace. Never had I felt so cared for and loved. The Lord told me this is a picture of His love. When we wander through life making messes of ourselves, He is near and waiting to receive us, to embrace us and assure us of His love. To those wandering, I urge, "Come home, He's waiting!"