The message this morning was concerning evangelism; the pastor spoke of the story of the prodigal son. I had to shed some tears and praise God for His goodness and His grace and mercy, because my prodigal children have come home. I think back to last year and both were dining with the pigs! But they each, in their own way, started to return home, and I embraced them.
My son, is working full time and has been declared a senior. He has above a 3.0 average. My daughter decided to go back to school, picked a school in Oregon, drove herself there, met with the advisor, arranged for financial aid. She'll be moving in January. She told me she got tired of the lies, tired of working and needed to get her act together, mend her fences with me and her family. She sounds happier and more like the loving little girl she used to be.
I remember what my daughter said to me on Mother's Day; she thanked me for believing in her. I told her, it wasn't just that I believed in her; I believed God.
But now this is what the Lord says:
“Do not weep any longer,
for I will reward you,” says the Lord.
“Your children will come back to you
from the distant land of the enemy.
There is hope for your future,” says the Lord.
“Your children will come again to their own land. Jerimiah 31:16-17
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