Praying for answers
The kids arrived home safely and we spent Sunday together. It was not the experience I expected. I expected stories about their adventures and tales of wonder. We heard about swimming, foods they liked and didn't like. Memory verses they had learned, friends they had made, etc, they were still too tired to share much.
I bet the prodigal felt the same way. He didn't come home expecting a party and he had only hoped that the discipline that awaited him would be merciful. He hoped that because he knew His Father to be a merciful man. The response surprised him. I think the guests were also surprised. They must have had a million questions for him about where he had been, what had happened and why he returned. Too tired to answer, I bet he barely had a few mouthfuls of good home cooking before he fell asleep.
I also didn't expect Sunday's service to bring up our need for real deep fellowship. Heather and Sam were so blessed to see, hear and feel the fellowship , encouragement and praise that camp had given their kids. And at the same time discouraged by what our own church has to offer. Remarks in the service set Heather on edge, friends have asked when home fellowship will begin, and I practically beg Mike. But he is determined to wait on the Lord and not begin a work in his own power. How awesomely Godly of him, how aggrivating for the rest of us. So we are praying God will speak to Mike's heart and help us know what to do. We need something soon and God knows this and His timing will be revealed to all of us.
It was an unexpected Sunday, but one of shared hearts, tears, discussions and very happy grandkids.
I bet the prodigal felt the same way. He didn't come home expecting a party and he had only hoped that the discipline that awaited him would be merciful. He hoped that because he knew His Father to be a merciful man. The response surprised him. I think the guests were also surprised. They must have had a million questions for him about where he had been, what had happened and why he returned. Too tired to answer, I bet he barely had a few mouthfuls of good home cooking before he fell asleep.
I also didn't expect Sunday's service to bring up our need for real deep fellowship. Heather and Sam were so blessed to see, hear and feel the fellowship , encouragement and praise that camp had given their kids. And at the same time discouraged by what our own church has to offer. Remarks in the service set Heather on edge, friends have asked when home fellowship will begin, and I practically beg Mike. But he is determined to wait on the Lord and not begin a work in his own power. How awesomely Godly of him, how aggrivating for the rest of us. So we are praying God will speak to Mike's heart and help us know what to do. We need something soon and God knows this and His timing will be revealed to all of us.
It was an unexpected Sunday, but one of shared hearts, tears, discussions and very happy grandkids.
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