Prodigal: I’m noodling my noogin.

Me: Well here is something for you to think about also.

My Father! What am I , that all

Thy mercies sweet like sunlight fall

So constant o’er my way?

That Thy great love should shelter me,

And guide my steps so tenderly

Through every changing day?

That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, of the Word of life; 1 John 1:1 (KJV)

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org