Prodigal Son
This week did not start out "picture perfect". Not even just a little "normal". I would have to say that this week hasn't even been pleasant!
Our prodigal son returned home early Monday morning. As wonderful as that was, our schedule was just a little turned-upside-down-and -rattled. My heart rejoiced while it ached all at the same time. Only God can ordain such a precious moment.
Tuesday, I realized the enormity of prayer that lay before me. I know that God will answer and I am filled with hope. Anxiety is slightly trying to creep in. I tell myself, "I can do all things through Christ, who gives me strength."
Wednesday, I start to feel tired. Does anyone even see how tough this is? Forget housework, I have to find a way into the heart of my son! I can't read his mind but his attitude doesn't seem right.
Thursday is the peak of this roller-coaster week. Nothing seems to have been accomplished. I now wonder if we are travelling backward instead of forward. I inwardly scream, "God help me!, I can't do this alone" and "Where is my husband?"
By Friday I sense something on the horizon. I know that God has heard my heart cry. A peaceful calm has graced my home. My husband has completed a very busy week of work. We are ALL together as a family for the first time in a long time. I see the hand of God at work. He is restoring my family.
Today is Saturday. Praise God, my son has returned home.
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