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This is why I write…

19 Jan

Everyone has a story. Having faced obstacles, fear, heartache, happiness and mountains of circumstances and situations, we all come away with the person that we are. It makes us.

I chose the name Prodygal because I wanted to emphasize the word Prodigal along with the “gal”. I am not a Prodigal Son but I am a Prodigal Daughter.

I’ll back up for a minute and give a little information about myself. I grew up in a Christian home, went to church regularly and as I grew in age, church was a huge part of my social life. Also as I grew older I began to spot imperfections in church … people who were not so nice, people who said “Amen” at one moment and then grumbled and complained the next, people who didn’t really seem to care about much of anything but themselves… the funny thing though… I was probably one of those people too. Even through this cynicism, I always believed in God and though my relationship with Him was faulty and at times ran from Him, I eventually went running back.  I think probably because of my feelings about “church” God began to tug at my heart and placed in me a desire to minister to others… essentially called me into ministry. (That story is for another time.)

So in my present day life, I am a minister. To be exact, a children’s pastor. I minister to children and their families.  I love it.

That is the whole Prodigal/Prodygal thing. If you check out the definition for prodigal you’ll find out that it means something like lavish or wasteful spending.. It speaks of prodigal in financial terms. The parable that Jesus told was of a son who squandered his inheritance and eventually went home to ask for forgiveness and was welcomed with open arms. My prodigal is not financial, it is internal/spiritual. I spent too many years squandering the gift that God gave me of a loving relationship with Him. But when I went back home……….He celebrated and made good from bad.

So as I write, I hope that in honesty, humor and insight or just a little something, it might inspire another to head back home.. That is why I write……

Latin prodigus, from prodigere to drive away, squander, from pro-, prod- forth + agere to drive — more at pro-, agent

My story is told… like many others… in the video

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Posted by on January 19, 2009 in Devotions, Faith, Life Stories

 

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