When you get sick and tired of wandering off in wrong directions (for an afternoon or a decade), every step toward home is a relief.
“He longed to fill his stomach with the husks that the swine ate. . . . So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion. He ran to his son and threw his arms around him and kissed him again and again.” Luke 15:20
“The rags, the husks, the swine, the hunger-quest drive home the wanderer to the Father’s breast.” George Macdonald