spreading hope

Her voice dripped with joy and happiness. I turned up the volume to Laurie’s hopeful story. Her son, Micah, wanted nothing to do with her for 2 1/2 years. No contact or communication with her prodigal. Micah considered mom’s rules too strict so he moved in with his father.

Now graduating from high school, he called his mother. Micah reached out and initiated a conversation. He wanted to see her.

Laurie hadn’t stopped praising God since the phone call; since she heard his voice. The voice of her son, a little older and a bit wiser; the son who left her house but never her heart.

She spent those hard years on her knees, interceding for Micah and claiming the hope of a prodigal son’s return. Prodigals turn weeping mommas into kneeling prayer warriors.

On the radio, Laurie called to spread hope. Hope for mommas and daddies waiting with their phones. Waiting for a hello, an invitation, an apology…..anything.

One November day in a shopping center parking lot, I answered my phone and heard miracle words. Mom, I want to come home. Shocked, I listened as tears fell. My prodigal daughter wanted to start over; she wanted to come home.

Like Laurie, I spent the hard years praying like my daughter’s life depended on it because it did. I countered satan’s lies with God’s truths.

But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. Luke 15:20 (NIV)

In that parking lot, I experienced the power of a great God and the immense joy of answered prayers. Only God could orchestrate these moments for Laurie and me. He moved and intervened in our children’s lives in a way only a powerful God could.

As Laurie’s story ended and music filled the air, a whispered prayer from one momma to another. May time stand still for Laurie and Micah. Sacred time to create memories, heal wounds, and repair hearts.

A prodigal’s return changes praying mommas into praising mommas. Time to celebrate and spread hope.

For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate. Luke 15:24 (NIV)

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