Me:  Are you having fun Prodigal?

Prodigal:  I am enjoying watching the pig races!

Me:  I am too!  I have picked out a couple of winners.

Prodigal:  I was surprised but yes, you did!

Me:  Let me share a poem to celebrate

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you make my favorite cake just for me, and I knew that little things are special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I believed there is a God I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I felt you kiss me good night, and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it’s all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I looked…and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking.

 

by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan

 

Psalm 27:14

Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!

 

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org