This year's theme was HOPE. Hope is a fragile thing for parents of prodigals who are living in the moment of wondering what will happen next, will they ever see their boy or girl again. Parents like this question their own salvation hope, their own convictions about God. I know because I've been there.
Thankfully we made it through a rough time and today we have great HOPE. Yesterday I was reminded of the poem I wrote four years ago after a chance meeting with a young lady who had left her home. She had her reasons. She was okay but far from God.
Today I've revised the overall entry just a little and added these top comments.
If you are a parent in that place of NO HOPE, look to the bottom of this post for some resource links to help you find help and comfort.
May 11, 2012...This past week while in the big city I took a wrong turn. Seems I always get lost in a certain part of the downtown area. I turned down the wrong street but realized it and figured I'd cut back in at the next one. Just then I saw a familiar face. Seems Someone was leading my steps, Someone timed it all just right...