Psalm 56:8 You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book?
I can tell you all about wandering. I did it very effectively for decades. During the wandering years, I felt a powerful tug in my spirit especially when things weren’t exactly peachy in my life.
I cried the tears of a prodigal daughter on many occasions, and at times I caught glimpses of God’s compassion for me -- yet I refused to take hold of his hand.
God tenderly waited for me like a Good Father until I decided to come home.