The younger son's prayer

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    There was a man who had two sons.          The younger of them said to his father,          “Father, give me the share of the property          that will belong to me.” So he divided his property...                   —Luke 15.11-12

Beloved, I ask for blessing, for good things, but not for you.

Desperate, in a “far land,” apart from you, my mind wanders, forgetting. My heart wanders, hungry. I am not evil; I am lost. Where do I cry this loneliness?

Coming to myself— befriending my soul, becoming myself— I belong to you.

I come back— still asking not for you, but for forgiveness, for myself.

You wrap me in a robe of generosity and still I have yet to find language to thank you, to love you, to want you.

I am still coming to the party, still lost, still coming home, to love you, for our sake.

 

 

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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