Prodigal daughters…

As I young mama, my heart bursting with love

For our three little girls

Two brown eyed girls with brown hair and one blue eyed blond

I prayed they would love and serve God wholeheartedly

And I just knew they would

My faith was unshakeable on this

They weren’t little saints floating along

Feet unmuddied by this world

But neither was their mama

All three chose Jesus

And never let Him go

All three chose a life of leading other’s to Him

Amazing grace in spite of our imperfect parenting

Then through the years

We gathered spiritual daughters into our lives

Into our hearts

Sometimes even into our home

And I knew for the first time what it was to not be sure

To not be sure that they would choose God and His ways

And then some broke our hearts and didn’t

And went right back into the muck and mire of their past

And I knew what it was to suffer a broken heart as only a mama can

And the tears still come when I think of them

But by faith I still pray

By faith I still listen for the ring of the phone

By faith I still scan the computer for a message

By faith I keep watch out the window

Praying, hoping, believing

that they’ll find the path

that leads back Home

 

Still following,

Elizabeth

 

{Will you pray with me for three prodigals that are on my heart today?}