The Prodigal’s Mother

Perhaps she’s at the window, looking, waiting, feeling the pain of the father.

Perhaps she faithfully prays day and night for the son to return.

Perhaps she is there for the older brother when he comes limping back after the terrible argument with his father.

Perhaps she is a constant encourager for the father in his waiting and longing.

Perhaps she is there for those of us who feel unknown, overlooked, marginalised, silent. Powerless.

Perhaps she is a picture of the God who waits silently, seemingly invisible, yet a constant unseen presence.

Luke 15

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