I was born and raised in Montana. When I was a teenager, I couldn’t wait to leave home. I wanted to leave the small town; I wanted to leave Montana. I wanted to be in charge of my own life.
My first attempt to leave lasted two months, but when I came back, I had my own apartment and my own job. I lived the way I wanted too. I kept the hours I liked.
My next attempt got me out of Montana for fourteen years. I lived in places like Seattle, North Dakota, Michigan, and Minnesota. I built my own life.
But a funny thing happened after Tami, my wife, and I started having kids. Montana started to appeal to me again. Every year, when we came out to visit Grandpa and Grandma, Tami and I would being driving by some small Montana town and say, “It’d be nice to live there.”
And it so happened, back in 2005, I came home to Montana. What story in the Bible does that remind you of? That’s right, the Prodigal Son.
Read The Prodigal Son