Evening approaches. The colors of sunset bathe the sky. Pinks and purples, oranges and blues. A Father stands at the edge of his property. He raises a hand to his forehead, a shield against the day's disappointing end. He scans the road. This disheartened man. He searches high and lo, far and wide. Long shadows fall, snuffing out his hope.
I love the parable of the Prodigal Son. It is such a beautiful story of God's love and grace, freely available to us all:)
I have learned so much about the depth of this story since I first heard it as a child. There are many lessons within for us! Thank you for sharing, Erma!
Thank you for the reminder of God’s love and mercy for us. This story always amazes me.