Where was the prodigal's mother when her son approached his father and asked for his inheritance early?
She was there, standing beside her husband, disappointed that this conversation was taking place. Wondering "why?" "Why does my son want to do this? What will his father say?"
Where was the prodigal's mother when her husband agreed and gave their son his money and sent him on his way? I believe she was right there, trying to convince him not to go. I believe she was right there tenderly kissing his face, hugging him, and taking one long, last look at him as he left.
Where was the prodigal's mother after her son left their home? I would imagine she was there, in her bedroom, crying herself to sleep. Wondering if her baby boy was safe. Crying out to God asking for His mercy and protection over her wayward child.
Where was the prodigal mother? I believe she was there each long day, waiting and wondering what her son was doing. I believe she would look out her kitchen window as she prepared meals and watched her husband and their oldest son working in the fields, with tears streaming down her face because she knew there should be three men out there, not just two.
Where was the prodigal mother? I think there were mornings when she would come to the breakfast table and plead with her husband to take her into the city so they could check on their son. Make sure that he had enough to eat, a place to sleep and was safe. I think when her husband responded with a stern, "No, we can not, for he has chosen his way and we must let him go", she turned away and tried to cover her face so he wouldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes.
Where was the prodigal mother? I imagine she may have been on her knees praying for her son when she began hearing yelling from off in the distance. She jumped to her feet and looked, once again, out her window, and this time she saw him! Her baby. Her son making his way towards her husband in the field. She watched as her husband began giving orders of celebration. She saw her husband's arms embracing their boy and welcoming him back home. Her heat pounded with excitement and she breathed out in relief that her prodigal was home and safe once again.
Where was the prodigal mother? I believe her eyes left the sight of the reunion for a moment as she watched their oldest son taking in all of the celebration. As his mother she felt his pain, after all, he had stayed. He was loyal to his father and family. Where was his reward? Where was his celebration. She knew his heart was broken, his spirit grieved and jealousy was brewing.
Where was the prodigal mother? I believe she found herself back in her prayer closet, on her knees. Praising the Lord for one son's return, and interceding for another child's healing of heart.
Where was the prodigal mother? She was doing what mothers do. Loving. Praying. Trusting. Waiting.
If you are a prodigal's mom, don't ever give up. God is with you, He loves you and He loves your children. Do not allow the enemy to fill your heart and mind with fear, or steal your joy and peace. The devil has no victory over those who are righteous in Jesus Christ!
Once I was young, and now I am old. Yet I have never seen the godly abandoned or their children begging for bread.
PSALM 37:35
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