|Apr 27, 2017||Twinkle and a Wink|
|Apr 26, 2017||Terrifying Beauty|
|Apr 25, 2017||River Seeds|
|Apr 24, 2017||Turtles and Apple|
|Apr 23, 2017||Ink Me on Your Palm|
|Apr 22, 2017||Useful|
|Apr 21, 2017||A Prayer for the Warrior|
|Apr 20, 2017||Not Good|
|Apr 18, 2017||Neither, Nor|
|Apr 17, 2017||Hot, Hot, Hot|
|Apr 16, 2017||The Light is Real: Easter|
|Apr 15, 2017||Pebble Minded|
|Apr 14, 2017||A Child Leads Them|
|Apr 13, 2017||Banned by the Church|
|Apr 12, 2017||Fred|
|Apr 11, 2017||Keep Moving to the Center|
|Apr 10, 2017||Sunbeam|
|Apr 9, 2017||1 Corinthians 13|
|Apr 8, 2017||Daughter Gone|
|Apr 7, 2017||Eat, My Coat, Eat|
|Apr 6, 2017||Comic God|
|Apr 5, 2017||Old Town Canoe|
|Apr 4, 2017||Turning a Furry Cheek|
|Apr 3, 2017||My Ship's Coming|
|Apr 2, 2017||Blame Game|
|Apr 1, 2017||Preble Street|
Title: Daughter Gone
Date: April 08, 2017
She left long ago. Her shocking departure left broken hearts behind in her family, who missed her and never understood why she ran away. She simply left one day with no explanation. Once a year she sent a letter or a postcard with no return address. These tokens were blessings and curses. The blessing was in knowing she still lived; the curse was the ever-open wound of her absence in their lives.
It was four years before her first brief return, then eight more, and then, never again; she died decades later. Every year or two, she would phone needing money. What is remembered by her siblings is seeing their mother each night, standing by the curtained window, staring down the darkened street, hopelessly waiting for her daughter's return, and their mother each night crying her herself to sleep as her other children, in their own beds, listened.
Many families, often unspoken and secretly, suffer the grief of estrangement. A child, a parent, a sibling abruptly disappears never or seldom to return. Those left behind lament evermore.
There is the story The Teacher told about the return of a prodigal son, the forgiveness of his father, and the anger of his brother. The disaffected brother fell to a low estate, wasted his life, and then humbly returned begging merely for employment. With his broken heart, his father forgave him and welcomed him home.
Let's Pray: Dear God, for all the broken families who quietly suffer the pangs of estrangement, we pray that humility and remorse lead the wayward to a renewed and right relationship. Amen.
Here’s a Thought: God forgives a contrite heart.