Parents of prodigals have a special pain, a sorrow that only those in the fellowship of the Suffering Servant know. Indeed, the suffering is made more severe BECAUSE they love Jesus. Love for Jesus hurts. Especially because we know the consequences of unbelief for such a Savior as ours.
Today, I was driving back from a trip to Philadelphia on a Standing Stone assignment to care for pastor in crisis and plugged in an old Fernando Ortega CD and the song below hit me with a new level of compassion for parents of prodigals. So if you are a parent of a prodigal or know a parent of a prodigal, or maybe you are the child of a “prodigal Dad” or a “prodigal Mom”, I want to encourage you, don’t give up, don’t quit, keep praying and trust God. And maybe this song will help you to know that you are not alone and that others are praying with you.
“Anita’s Heart
She tells you how her canyon walks can ease a mother’s fear
The trails and big groves comfort her
She feels close to god out thereBut that’s just how she makes it through,
she’s given up a lot inside
And even in those spreading trees
She’ll still break down and cryShe’s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground
Nobody knows which, way she’ll go, or if she’ll ever come around
Maybe this time she’ll finally find the pieces that have come apart
And there’ll be no more breaking,
no more breaking either heartShe carries around a photograph of her beautiful, coltish girl
In a big white shirt, her head tossed back
A free spirit in this worldYou want to forget all that she’s done,
and all she’s compromised
You can close your eyes and believe that now
She’s the same girl in disguiseShe’s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground
Nobody knows which, way she’ll go, or if she’ll ever come around
Maybe this time she’ll finally find the pieces that have come apart
And there’ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heartHer mothers heart, wide as the sea
Would rock her back on a rising tide
She cradles the memory, then lets it go
She has to leave the girl behindShe’s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground
Nobody knows which, way she’ll go, or if she’ll ever come around
Maybe this time she’ll finally find the pieces that have come apart
And there’ll be no more breaking, there’ll be no more breaking
There’ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heart
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