by Terri Wagner
I hesitated to run this post with the seriousness of the other posts. I don't want to take away from the need to fast for sick friends, to guardian watch your children's education, and to bring us to remembrance of how the small things we do make a difference.
This post is about me feeling like the eldest in the famous prodigal son story. I always related to that son. Without going into great detail, let's just say that recently I discovered a certain sense of self righteousness and I never knew I had. I was the kid that "had" little and wanted it that way. However, faced with a decision to share with the less selfless, I found myself unwilling. Feelings I never expected to have surfaced. And I felt totally justified. Not so much as time has gone on.
Now I'm faced with a decision I never thought I'd have to make. And not feeling very well about having to make it. Do I lean toward the eldest son or the father?
Right now I'm asking the same question albeit in a different way. At what point do you stop giving? Is there such a point? Sibling to Sibling that is.
Oh Terri, I'm sorry you have to face this "difficult decision." I hope you found the answer and that you are at peace with that answer. I've had some similar moments of discovering things about myself that not only surprised me, but brought me to my knees in humility. That "humanity" factor can really be a challenge! hugs and prayers~
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