We helped many times. We cared, loved, and remained patient. They’ve messed up again. Now, I’m sick and tired of being patient. On top of that, they’ve left for “greener pastures.”
I’ve seen this trend before. They’ll be back. They’ll make the rounds. And come back with the same amount of dissatisfaction. I want to say, “Don’t come back here again.” Especially with that same grumpy look.
But then I remember Jesus. I remember the Father’s broken heart. The prodigal son walking fearfully, doubtfully. Unmistakably guilty. Totally unacceptable. A burden and disgrace to the family.
Them I remember me. Not much different. Broke the Father’s heart too.
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