Prodigal: You are slow as molasses.

Me: I want to take it all in.

Prodigal: Let’s rest so that we can share.

Me: I have just the thing.

The lives which seem so poor, so low,

The hearts which are so cramped and dull,

The baffled hopes, the impulse slow,

Thou takest, touchest all, and lo!

They blossom to the beautiful.

Susan Coolidge

1 John 4:1

Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world.

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org