Me: You have a light to guide you?
Prodigal: Yes, and that light is God’s word.
Me: Here is God’s word to help you.
To watch another proverb video watch below.
Proverbs 1:7
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.
Jennifer Van Allen
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www.faithincounseling.org
Me: Angels are real!
Prodigal: Yes, do you have a story about them.
This is from Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul 2
Returning to work as a nurse after an illness of six months was an ordeal in itself, but now the bitter cold and intense winds added to my stress. The employee entrance to the hospital was on the west side of the old brick building. The parking lot was on the east side across the street, so I’d have to cross the vast expanse to reach the entrance, with the unrelenting wind pushing me along.
My recent bout with pneumonia and the subsequent asthma attacks made me doubt if I could survive the walk on this subzero morning. After parking my car, I crossed the street and carefully battled the elements as I started for the entrance. Within seconds, I realized it was hopeless. My weakened condition and the penetrating cold took my breath away. The icy winds blowing off Lake Michigan pierced my lungs like shards of crystal. My chest tightened. I realized I would soon be in distress and unable to make the distance. I looked back at the warm car and contemplated whether to return to it or risk going ahead. The early morning darkness seemed to close in one me, and wafts of icy snow blew around my legs.
At that moment a shaft of light opened in the shadows on the side of the building, spilling light from a small doorway onto the pavement ahead of me. A tall, lean figure in along, threadbare woolen coat and knit cap stood silhouetted against the amber light from the doorway. He stood holding the door against the frigid air and waved for me to come in.
I could see the boiler room inside, an area prohibited to nursing personnel. I didn’t want to be in trouble for being in a restricted area, but it was predawn, dark and cold, and I could barely breathe. My mind raced. The elderly black man raised his arm and motioned me toward him for the second time. I thanked him for getting me out of the cold and followed him past the steaming pipes of the boiler room. I had a sense of deep calm and peace as he spoke in soft tones and led me through the maze of pipes. As if he were trying to reassure me, he talked about the cold, the old pipes and cautioned me to watch my steps. He opened a doorway and I was directly in front of my time clock.
I quickly punched in my time card, then turned to thank him and to tell him that he had probably saved my life, but he was gone. As mysteriously as he came, he’d left.
In the weeks that followed, I looked for him, but no one knew who he was. I had many questions for him: How did he know I was out there in the dark, since there were no windows on the door or on that side of the building? Why did he risk his job by giving me access to a restricted area? How did he know which was my time clock since various departments used different clocks? And why did no one know him?
The memory of that figure silhouetted against the light, motioning for me to follow, reminds me that angels come in many forms.
Naomi Follis
James 4:8
Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
Prodigal: I am resting in sun.
Me: I have a video you can watch.
Here is another video for y’all.
Proverbs 1:6
for understanding proverbs and parables, the sayings and riddles of the wise.
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
Me: What a nice park!
Prodigal: Yes, I am enjoying it.
Me: Today we are talking about a Prodigal.
Prodigal: Hahaha, I love it!
This is from the book Parenting From Surviving To Thriving by Charles Swindoll
Be willing to surrender the entire matter to the Lord, which will free you from a lot of worry and allow you the freedom to release your child. Until he or she feels free from your hostility, your guilt, your expectations, or any other controlling attitudes, you will prolong the estrangement. Let me repeat these three words forcefully: release your child.
Be willing to wait for the Lord to change your child without your feeling the need to stop in and hurry the process along. If your child is too distracted by your reproving, instructing voice, he or she will be too distracted to notice the heart surgery God wants to do within them. Making them good is God’s great goal for all of us. To borrow a line from Ruth Graham, your job is to love your child; it’s God’s job to make him or her good. Wait for the Lord. Let it be. God wants your son or daughter good even more than you do!
Psalm 99:9
Exalt the LORD our God, and worship at his holy mountain; for the LORD our God is holy!
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
Me: The south is the best place to be!
Prodigal: I agree.
Me: I am proud to be a grit!
Proverbs 1:5
A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels:
Jennifer Van Allen
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www.faithincounseling.org
Prodigal: I found a penny!
Me: Keep it, and I can share a story about a penny.
Prodigal: Perfect!
This is from the book Chicken Soup for the Soul: Stories of Faith by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen
Years ago, when out finances were less than ideal, I took a job vacuuming the halls and carpeted stairwells of our run-down condominium building. Work is work, and I told myself it was honest work. But it wasn’t what I’d imagined myself doing for employment and it dented my pride.
It was certainly difficult work; the portable vacuum weighed twenty pounds and the condominium hallways were mostly stairs, twelve staircases in all, three flights up each. Six staircases a day was all I could manage. Stirred up dirt and dust clung to my skin, sweaty from hauling the vacuum up and down the airless staircases, and there were days when self-pity and wounded pride made the vacuum weigh even more.
On a day that had been particularly hard, when my pride tweaked with every cigarette butt and piece of trash I picked up, I hauled my portable vacuum up the stairs and asked God, in a tone more rueful than meditative, to give me something, anything, to perk up my sagging spirit.
On the third floor, nearly hidden in the crevice where the frayed carpet met the wall, glinted a shiny penny. “This?” I asked God. “This is what you give me?” I sighed, but I pocketed the penny and didn’t give it much thought beyond that.
Curiously, pennies began to turn up each time I vacuumed the halls. They hadn’t been there in the months before as I’d vacuumed up dried leaves and crumpled gum wrappers. But now, each time, there was a penny. One penny only. It became a game to me, wondering where and when the lone penny would turn up. Always, before the job was completed, there would be that one coin, as if it were waiting for me. I started to say a thank you to God each time I retrieved the penny and pocketed it, and began to think of these small, found treasures as my pennies from heaven.
I didn’t tell anyone. There are pennies everywhere, right? Considered outdated, what is a penny but a useless coin that doesn’t buy anything in this expensive age? The condo-cleaning job was the least of the hardships visited upon me in the last few years, and pennies weighed against family misfortunes and ill luck seemed small change, indeed.
Still, it gave me a jolt of renewed hope each time I spotted one–and more often than not, that hope alone was enough for me.
–Susan Clarkson Moorhead
Sometimes all the hope we have is just a penny but at least we have hope. God can multiply fish and bread. He can multiply a penny.
Thou shalt bring them in, and plant them in the mountain of thine inheritance, in the place, O LORD, which thou hast made for thee to dwell in , in the Sanctuary, O LORD, which thy hands have established.
Exodus 15:17
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
Me: Interesting sign!
Prodigal: Yep, this guy who owns it blames everything on the weather or his raisin’.
Me: Well God has another view.
This is from Dwight Pentecost
One of the most important questions which you can face is the question, “How far did Adam fall?” A number of different answers have been given to that question.
The liberal says that Adam fell upward, so that Adam’s lot was better after the fall than before the fall because something was added to the personality of Adam which he had been deprived previously. Consequently, Adam was a fuller and more complete person after the fall than he was before the fall. There are those who say that when Adam fell, he feel over the cliff, but that when he was going over the cliff he grabbed something on the top of the cliff and held on. He fell downward, but he held on before he slipped over the brink, and if he exerts enough will and enough strength he can pull himself back up cover the brink and stand on solid ground again. Those who have that concept are trying to lift themselves by their own bootstraps and work their way into heaven.
Then, there is the teaching that says that when Adam fell, he slipped over the brink but he landed on a ledge part way down and that the ledge is the church and the church will lift him up and put him on solid ground again.
But the Word of God says that when Adam fell he fell all the way. He became depraved, totally depraved, unable to do anything to please God. He is under sin, dead, under judgement, under Satan’s control; he is lost.
Genesis 6:9
These are the records of the generations of Noah, Noah was a righteous man, blameless in his time; Noah walked with God.
Jennifer Van Allen
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Me: Why are you so mad!
Prodigal: That guy just threatened me.
Me: It’s ok.
Prodigal: It’s not ok. I’ll hit him so hard and so fast he’ll think his surrounded.
Me: I just going to pray because the spirit can help.
This is from the book The God Who Hung on the Cross by Dois Rosser Jr. and Ellen Vaughn
As my friend Lee Earl has put it, when Jesus was on this earth, He could be measured. You could measure how tall He was, how big His feet, His hat size. Then “one day Jesus went airborne-He went from being something measurable to something immeasurable.” It’s only in eternity that we will have any sure sense of what He is doing through us down here.
Lee says, “We have to become comfortable with what we can know and what we can measure, in terms of ministry results and accountability,….and we have to become comfortable with what we don’t know and cannot measure.”
Too much focus on measurements and numbers can also tempt us toward “if, then” formulas regarding God’s will: if we do X, then He’ll do Y. If we give $100, then He’ll bring 11.25 souls to Himself. If some tragedy occurs, then we’ll soon see how God caused “all things to work together for good” because of it.
But God is God–too big for our formulas, His purpose too high to be boxed by our limited human perspective.
Proverbs 22:2
The rich and poor meet together: the LORD is the maker of them all.
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
Prodigal: I love these flowers.
Me: Me too!
Here is another video. We are now on Proverbs 1:4
To give subtilty to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion.
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
Me: How is your day at the beach?
Prodigal: It’s hotter than a boilin’ pot of neck bones.
Me: Well don’t stay out there to long then.
Prodigal: I wont.
Today we will share from Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl by Lysa Terkeurst
The problem is, we have been trained to process life based on the way we feel. We think we must feel love for love to exist. We think we must feel wanted to truly be chosen. We think we must feel God’s presence for Him to really be close. But God never meant for us to feel our way to Him.
God wants us to stand on the absolute truth that He is with us no matter our feelings may betray that reality. When I process life through my feelings, I am left deceived and disillusioned. When I process life through God’s truth, I am divinely comforted by His love and made confident in His calling on my life.
I used to say I didn’t feel close to God, and therefore, God must not be close to me. Now, I say: God is close, and if I choose to be close back, He’ll rearrange by feelings. In other words, I need to make an intentional choice with my head, knowing that my heart will eventually follow.
This is not a day where you run off in the sunset with a loved one and the birds are singing songs in the background. This is a day where you are in the wilderness of a blizzard with no sun shinning but only clouds. You feel alone and without the warmth of love. Remember though that doesn’t mean you are not loved.
Psalm 105:7-8
He is the LORD our God; his judgments are in all the earth. He remembers his covenant forever, the word that he commanded, for a thousand generations.
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
