God seeks us like the father rushing out to embrace the prodigal. God seeks us like the woman who will leave no stone unturned in her determination to find a lost coin. God seeks us like the shepherd searching, searching, searching for one lost sheep. God is seeking us. God invites us to come home: home to where we belong; home to serenity and peace and joy; home to intimacy and acceptance and affirmation. God welcomes us into the living room of his heart where we can put on old slippers and share freely. God welcomes us into the bedroom of his rest where we can be naked and vulnerable and free. It is also the place of deepest intimacy where we can know and be known to the fullest. And it doesn’t matter if we have little faith, or none. It doesn’t matter if we have been bruised and broken by the pressures of life. It doesn’t matter if our prayers have grown cold and brittle. It doesn’t matter if God seems remote and inaccessible. Just like a little child can never draw a bad picture, so a child of God can never utter a bad prayer. God, you see, accepts us just the way we are, and he accepts our prayers just the way they are.
– Nathan Foster, The Making of an Ordinary Saint