It hurts to have a prodigal child. We dream such big dreams for our children.
How, I wonder, did Monica, the mother of Augustine, feel among her friends during those years when her brilliant young son, a leader in the heretical "Manichees", lived in open defiance of You?
You have to be brave to parent a prodigal child, Father. It's a hard thing to face the eyes of other parents, good parents, who had good children while you have a wandering one. Oh, they don't mean to be smug or to judge. It's just that they don't understand.
I know.
You do know, don't You? Sometimes You are disappointed in Your children, too.
Do not grow weary in doing good for you will reap a harvest if you do not give up.
You are the God who is able to do more than a parent asks or imagines that You can do in the life of a child.
I am the God of Abram, Isaac and Jacob. I am the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End.
You are the Author and the Finisher of our faith.
Keep in step with the Spirit. Not ahead. Not behind. Walk in My ways.
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