Prodigal–The other side

Baseline: my relationship with my Father…How does it feel to believe in God?

Like a cool breeze on a hot day
Like fresh bread 🍞
Like a cold drink of water
He’s the air I breathe. I love Him.

Ok now that I’m centered, what about my two prodigal kids?

How does it feel to think about them, about the grandkids? It hurts. I don’t know what I did wrong. Yes, I do. It’s Confusing.
I miss my grand baby. I miss my two oldest offspring. Fact.

That pain is just part of my life.

I knew when I didn’t model the visiting grandparents thing, that this could happen. My kids are doing what we modeled for them. Understandably.

I still would do it again.

We had to get free of our occultish family evil system.

I would do it again.

I would do anything to be free.

Someone had to pay the price and make the break.

I’m at peace. I pray that my kids will have it easier than I did.

I think of Billy Graham’s boy a lot. (prodigal who now runs Samaritans Purse)

Look how he turned out. I’ll wait and pray and trust some more.

Me and my Man have turned a corner. We’re so happy, you guys! God is answering my prayers to get free of our generational evil.

My oldest two kids have their own poopiedoo to work out. Their frontal lobes are still forming.

It’ll work out.

I believe God’s promises extend to my generations. He’s good for it.

Prodigal hurts. But it’s ok. I’m at peace.

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