Life as " the prodigal"

I just remembered a time when I was" laboring in a pig sty" , due to my own disobedience. My sweet God pursued me with his voice to tell me - don't do that, don't go there, but I went anyway and ended up far more worse than I could have ever imagined.
The hardship, the heartbrokenness and the pain I suffered is possibly something He didn't intend for me to endure. I don't know if I would have ever experienced such pain in life if I had just listened to him ( I guess I would never know , unless He reveals it me).

But the part that I glory in, I rejoice about and make noise about, is the redemption. The running of my Father to me once I went through a process of repentance. And yes, I say process, but that's the churning and burning my heart had to go through to experience godly sorrow, confession, owning my mess and then turning away from it.

Hallelujah, He reigns, not just in the heavens and the earth, but in the heart of this prodigal girl..