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A Cry for our Prodigals

  When we see those that we love wandering into the path of destruction, we want so badly to stop them. We want to grab them, shake them, wake them up. But God has given each of His children a free will. He is watching. He is interceding. He won’t leave us alone in our worry.   He offers each of us the peace of God in the middle of each mess. He knows the helplessness we feel. Only the Holy Spirit can give us the peace that passes understanding.   Holy Spirit, move today. Come and fill each parent who is suffering for their wayward child. Breath peace upon each husband pleading for a prodigal wife.  Pour in the oil for each grandma hurting for the straying grandchild.  Hold the wife worn out from crying for the lost husband.  We need you.    Your word teaches us that you bring the Prodigal home. Today, we bring our prodigals to you.  We trust You with them in the mess. Even as the father in Luke 15 allowed his son to leave, we know he watched for him to return.  Be with us in the g
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