This week my moms found something in the parable of the Lost Son. Usually, I glaze over when this parable is mentioned. I cannot count the number of sermons and homilies I have heard on the “Prodigal Son.” My mom pointed out a four-word phrase that changed my thinking.
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I watched my youngest prince run in the backyard. He moves with fluid grace. His actions, arm movements, and facial expressions indicate a magnificent battle playing out in his head. His heart is in the story. He does not notice me watching for a few minutes from my bedroom window. Continue reading “Stories Lost?”
Milly Really! 