And waiting.
We got waylaid when the kids reached the teen years.
Lost some time to illness.
Suffered in a car crash.
Lot a parent. Then the other.
Chased a dream job that vanished like vapor.
Had a disagreement with a pastor so went moved to another church.
Thorns. There were thorns. We were supposed to be that good ground and the thorns weren't supposed to grown and strangle out...
"YOU ARE MY CHILD!"
Strangle...
"Come back to me and I will give you rest."
Muffle...
"Remember your first love?"
Yes!
"Then remember your first love and return to it. Let me do the work again. Let the love flow."
Fill me with your Spirit. Lead me...
"Welcome home. You were very far away. Just stuck in that pig sty. Get cleaned up, feet and everything. Supper's on." Pause. "Oh, by the way, I love you. Always have. Always will."
Thanks, Dad. Love you, too.
