1. Liz
    February 17, 2011 @ 4:06 am

    On the Friday night of the retreat we were talking about the prodigal son, and his father’s response. After countless tellings this story is so familiar, but as we were chatting I had this picture pop into my mind: it was me curled on a cave floor, with a crowd of faceless people standing round. But I was completely covered by a huge bear rug – which I knew was somehow Jesus. It was a very safe place. It was a fresh reminder that whatever is going on in my life Jesus stays with me, closer than my skin. Although the Father runs towards me Jesus walks with me. It’s not in the original parable, but it is true in my life and I am deeply, deeply grateful.
    2 Corinthians 12:9


  2. Jen
    August 3, 2011 @ 12:52 am

    Loved this post


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