He was always there, calling. But I just couldn't hear him. The music was too loud, the drugs too strong. Like Jonah when God told him to go and preach the word. Jonah went the other way and God had to turn him around.
Parent do that sort of thing for their children's own good.
Even the miscarried son I could have had, he used to bring me to someone who would show me, he was there all the time. It talks about all the things in life we try first. All the things we place first in our lives. And in the end He is there all the time, waiting patiently in line. I look back now and I can see how he was there with me in my many prison cells, waiting.