CAN I COME BACK HOME?

It’s never too late to pause the chase to stop running like a mad dog after a world that never turns back. It’s never too late to stand in the open sun after years of hiding in shadows to finally thirst for the light. It’s never too late to shed the robe of shame to return to the road you were always meant to walk. Home never shuts its doors. A father’s arms never forget. Even the prodigal still has a place at the table.