Daughters Coming Back

         This past week (last Friday to be exact) I never saw the story of the lost son from the Bible come more to life than that day. It was all prefect timing on God's part. It was time for one of my little boys to leave that day and I was heartbroken.  I thought it was going to be hard and it was but it would have been worse if 2 of my little girls didn't come back. The girls came in just as the little boy was getting ready to leave.
          It was a God moment when I first saw the 2 girls again. The oldest girl just ran to me while I was on my knees with my arms open wide. I was happy to see them again. It was a good feeling that she ran to me because that meant she remembered me. It gave me a sense of renewed hope again. I was so focused and busy with those two girls that I didn't even get to say good bye to my little boy. Sad but probably for the better.
          I felt like a mother with her daughters coming home again. It started to challenge me and now I want to challenge you all: How many times do you think we run back to God? He stays in that same place but it is us who goes away from Him.  He never leaves us. How do you run back to Him? Do you pray or read your Bible? Do you go back to church or are you a blessing to others or all of the above just depending on your mood?
          I will tell you one thing.  I couldn't stop smiling that night at all. It was a perfect way to end my long week. :) Again, sorry this is a short entry but it is one that should make you think. The shorter, the better sometimes.