My dad and I are really close. In fact, we're so close that I worked
for him doing all of his bookkeeping for the year before my twins were
born. I loved talking to him nearly every day, especially since he lives
so far away from me now. But we weren't always so close.
I was once a prodigal daughter.
For nearly two years I ran from my parents, family, and the Lord. I
liked sin and liked living in sin. Talking to my dad (and mom) meant
conviction, and I wanted nothing to do with it. If you peered through
the window of my past you would have seen that I perfectly fit the
profile of the son in Luke 15:11-32. I was wild, impulsive, and opposed to authority on every level.
A quick survey of the families in your church would probably reveal
that many have or had children who in some way have strayed from the
faith of their upbringing. Parenting is hard work with no real guarantee
of the outcome. While every situation is unique and has its own
challenges, one thing is certain—prodigal children need to know they are
loved. And my parents made sure of that. Continue at Courtney Reissig
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