Bible Studies

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... wasted his possessions with prodigal living ...
Luke 15:13

I, by grace alone, am a daughter of my Father, a benevolent and loving Father who has bestowed upon me an inheritance. An inheritance that is mine, now. An inheritance that became mine, not upon the Father’s death, but upon my own death’s death. An inheritance flowing from the love of the Father’s Only Son, who laid down His own life that I might no longer be called Death’s progeny. Oh, the strangeness of Love’s mercy, the bounty of His blessings.

But I must ask myself, how have I wasted the possessions of my inheritance? And what has my own prodigal living looked like?

A fruit-laden table stands my portion. Heaped with love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. A storehouse filled with priceless treasures bequeathed and entrusted to my care. Treasures of meekness, humility, Christ-mindedness, patience, light, praise, thanksgiving, and so much more. An armory, fully equipped, each piece made to fit, lies waiting for my use. Where truth and righteousness, faith and salvation, and the spirit wait to cover me head to toe.

Yet prodigal living (failing to believe God for my inheritance) left me many times staring at pig-sties when a table in the presence lay awaiting me. My possessions wasted. Untouched. Un-used.


Oh, my gracious Father, Your open arms stretch out to me. Your table and Your storehouse remain my portion. Led me to walk a life ‘believing’ You, a life that chooses to access all Your love provides. Teach me to leave prodigal living behind, and run wildly and confidently into Your embrace.

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