The Quiet Invitation to Come Back A Morning Thought

This morning, I opened up my Bible study and there it was...the question.

“When in your life has God kindly told you to return to Him and do what He asks? How has the decision to obey Him changed you?”

I didn’t rush past it.

Sometimes a question finds its way deeper than you expect. It lingers in the space between heartbeats. And this one did.

I sat with it for a while. Let it stir something. Let it draw up memories I hadn’t planned to revisit.

Because there hasn’t just been one moment. There have been many.

And maybe that’s part of the grace of it. That returning is a rhythm, not a one-time event. A gentle invitation He offers again and again...whenever we’ve wandered, or grown weary, or forgotten how to feel close.

There was a season not long ago that came to mind.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t obvious. It was more of a slow, quiet drifting. Life had become full. Too full. And somewhere in the pace and the pressure, I stopped noticing Him.

I kept doing the things. The right things.

But my prayers became routine.

My heart felt… tired.

I remember sitting in the car after dropping the kids off. I had nowhere I needed to be urgently, and the quiet just settled in around me. I sat there with my hands still on the steering wheel, and it hit me.

I felt far.

Not because He moved. But because I had.

And in that stillness, there was no guilt. No reprimand. Just the softest whisper.

Come back to Me.

It wasn’t even a sentence. It was a feeling. A pull. A reminder of a place I once loved to be...near Him.

That moment didn’t lead to some grand gesture. I didn’t overhaul my life that day. I didn’t suddenly feel on fire with faith.

But I did turn on worship music.

I did talk to Him. Not with the right words. But with honest ones.

That was the beginning.

One small yes. Then another.

And slowly, something shifted.

I started to notice Him again. In the pages of scripture that once felt flat. In the lyrics of songs I’d heard a hundred times but now sounded different. In little moments that felt ordinary, but somehow carried peace.

He didn’t ask me to prove anything. He just invited me to come back.

And that changed me.

Because now I know...when I feel far, the path back is never long.

It’s one soft turn. One whispered prayer.

And every time I return, I find He’s already there. Waiting. Watching. Welcoming.

If today you feel even a little lost,

even a little numb,

even a little unsure how to start again-

Let this be your reminder.

He is the God who gently calls us back.

And His kindness?

It never shames.

It restores.