Prodigal. The word itself stirs fear in the hearts of moms and dads.
Why not? We bring them into the world. We teach them to crawl. Then they walk. Running and jumping and leaping and playing and poking and prodding come next. We love them. They hug our necks. We make sacrifices and they soak up everything we give.
As they grow, we tell them, “You are the light that pushes back the sadness of my days.” All the while that ugly, painful, frightening word lurks in the recesses of our minds. Prodigal. Prodigal. Prodigal.
Oh, God let her not be a prodigal.
And tonight, as I spend this last bit of time praying for my daughter before she leaves for Bible College in the morning, I stare that ugly word down…and I thank the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit…because she is anything but a prodigal.
“Further up and further in,” Jess. You are a light that reflects a greater light.
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Thanks for loving me, Daddy. I still tear up when I read this. I never want to be a prodigal and I’ll do all that I can to make certain it stays that way. I love you with all my heart and can’t thank you enough for teaching me to love our Father even more than I love you.