Continued from last week…

And how could she doubt it! This Father, the one who had found her; lowliest of the low. How could it be that he had gallantly waded through the miry clay she was helplessly wallowing in. Mess of her own making. There was no accident, no coincidence, no doubt-absolutely; his eye had resolutely been on her.

He had walked the distance, cost notwithstanding. What a love! Love so beautiful, so resilient and personal. A love that had gone all out, conquering the heights – and the depths, subduing time and silencing all accusation, just to find her.