messymiraculousmommy

  Have you ever read the parable of the prodigal son and wondered what happened to his older brother? Well, here’s my attempt at sharing his side of the story. The young man sat under the huge tree just outside his father’s house, grateful for its shade. His back was turned away from the house, away from the blaring music, away from the scurrying servants, away from the smell of grand food wafting towards him. His head was hot from working all morning in the field and his stomach was rumbling. He gulped down the last few sips of water he had carried with him and stared into the open field. “I’m not going in”, he told himself as his stomach rumbled again. A cool breeze blew towards him, causing the little swing on the tree to bump into him. He held it close and remembered the day his mother cajoled him to let his younger brother sit there even though he had finished all his chores and had just settled into it. They always pampered him. He’s younger than you- let him have ...

You are my home, oh Lord Your loving gaze is where I fix my sight from afar Yours is the face I yearn to touch Your Word invites me to be cleansed and renewed  Yours are the shoulders upon which I hang my baggage up Yours are the arms where I receive the most intimate love there is to receive Upon your beating heart, I lay my ears to listen Your body and blood provide me with the most important nutrition Yours is the lap in which I rest my head and wake up refreshed Yours are the feet at which I gladly lay my life down You are my home Oh Lord It doesn't matter where I came from or where I now live  It doesn't matter what I own or what I choose to give Because you are my home oh Lord The safest home The most loving home The most peaceful home The most life- giving home The most nourishing home Jesus, you are my home.  And in you my home, I live and work and find my being. In you my home, I find my purpose, my meaning, my joy amidst trials In you my home, no past is welcome...