Me

So today at church, my minister told us the story of the lost son. For those that don't know the story, This man has 2 sons, the younger son comes up to his father and asks for his part of the estate, and with that he leaves off to do what ever he wants. Soon there becomes a famine of the land, and he ends up almost dieing because he can't find food. So he dicides to go back to his father and ask to be hired on as a worker and not his son, he dosent' feel he diserves to be called his son anymore. So when he gets home his father sees him comming and calls the servent to get the fattened calf and kill it. This hole time the oldest son is in the field working and hears the music as he grows closer to the house. He asks his father why he is celabrating the return of the younger son, and his father says. He was dead to us and he came home. He has returned from the dead and diserves to be celabrated. Now the reason I use this story is because I myself am the same way. I was lost for a long time. From about 7th grade to about this year i was a mess. I was lost and now i'm returning home. It took me awhile to see i was lost and i made a few mistakes while i was lost, but i see how they have efected me and i know that i have learned from them.