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Married to an amazingly faithful and forgiving man who is God's gift to me. Homeschooling Momma to three crazy kiddos who keep me on my toes and on my knees. Daily learning to lean on Jesus, live in light of the Gospel, and love the story God has written for...

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  1. That awareness you have is a gift, and you have the power to guide your daughter closer to Her Father when you acknowledge that He is ultimately her Daddy. When you acknowledge that all of her needs won’t be supplied here in this world, or even through your heart and the four walls of your home. When you surrender her life (and yours) to Him, it changes everything and truly it’s such a gift to her – the best way to be a mama, for sure.

    Rich blessings to you, Kara, as you continue to seek Him in all of the ways you Mommy those Children of His…

  2. This is beautiful. You have great wisdom to look into your daughter’s heart and read between the lines, read between the actions. Thanks for sharing your story.

  3. Thanks for sharing such a great “real life” story. What insight God has given you to see his hand at work right in the middle of your life. You could have taken a whole different route with your daughter by fussing at her for wanting to leave or dismissing her feelings all together as insignificant but you took the time to use the circumstance to minister. Way to go. Well done.

    May God give us all the insight to see him daily at work in our lives so that we don’t miss those opportunities to minister.

    Be blessed.

  4. This is so beautiful it made me cry. The word prodigal means wasted. The prodigal son wasted all that his earthly father could give him and by turning his back on his home he also turned his back on God. But God did not turn his back on the prodigal son and though he would recieve a lesser portion of blessings he would not be forgotten.
    My daughter left home and God when she was 16 and thankfully there was someone there to take care of her. Life had thrown us a curve ball we could not dodge and she couldn’t understand why a God that was suppose to love her had let something so terrible happen to her and i lacked the answers. Last year she returned to God, she forgave him and found compassion in her heart for the person that had wronged her. She is now 22. It took 6 years, the age of your beautiful daughter. Is she my prodogal daughter? Oh no! She was not wasteful and God watched over her in a way that she could not let me do. She lost 6 years in earthly terms in the family, these cannot be restored but she will recieve all that God has in store for her if she continues faithful.
    Treasure these moments, they are only little for a short time.

    • Thanks for the insight, Bev. I never realized what the word “prodigal” meant. Thanks for sharing your story, too. God is faithful and we can trust Him, even when our life is messy and we don’t understand. Especially then. May God give you and your daughter new life and hope and restore those years you lost.

  5. I love this post. I remember “running away” as a kid. I packed essentials like frozen orange juice (I don’t know why), crackers, and books. It started to rain, so I hid under the sliding board of my backyard play set for shelter. I came back half an hour later and no one even knew I ran away. Sigh.

  6. I ran away, but I never left the yard. I don’t think I took anything with me, because I was going to my Grandmother’s house and I knew she’d have everything I needed. I was the only girl at the time with older brothers and I don’t have any idea why I ran away. I kept circling the house and saying loudly {when I passed an open window} ‘They are REALLY going to miss me when I’m gone’. I believe that it was the thought of my Sweet Daddy that kept me in the yard. As much as I loved being at my Grandmother’s house…I needed my Sweet Daddy’s love. The Father’s love always draws us home, if we let it.

  7. Running away for me looked a little different. I would, instead, lock myself in my room and pretend to be somewhere else. I would mentally run away. Even though I never physically run away, I can (and still do) identify with your little girl feeling lonely. I grew up in a family of 5-4girls and 1 boy. Many thought with so many sisters I shouldn’t have felt lonely, but the truth is I was the tom boy in the midst of the girls. My parents have admitted that I got lost in the shuffle of 5 kids. There are some dark nights down the street of loneliness, but I am always thankful for the Light of the world to brighten the way through.

    • Thanks for sharing, Amy. Yes, there are different ways to run. May we all have the courage to be real with our hearts and risk reaching out during those lonely days.

  8. It is heartbreaking when our children sometimes cannot find comfort at home – and try to leave its safety. The prodigal was not meant for the world beyond his father’s – and he had to learn that the tough way. One of the things that helped me as a mother help my boys with their individuality, to not feel so lonely was The 5 Love Languages by Chapman. I was better able to fill up their love tank – one with words, one with hugs, one with service, one with one-on-one time, one with giving – I haven’t figure out the 5th’s yet – but I’m working on it. Don and Katie Fortune’s “Discover Your Children’s Spiritual Gifts” helped, too. It helped me help them understand the strengths of their differences.

    The greatest challenge and the greatest gift is teaching our children to see themselves how God sees them, to not feel lonely because of differences but to understand those differences help others feel more complete:)

  9. Hi Kara! This is so sweet! I feel like a prodigal daughter myself. I do want to escape and run away many, many times from the hurts and pains of life … But God lovingly picks me up and encourages me to come back home everytime.

    Thank you for sharing this! Very well-written. Really touched my heart!

    • Thanks for the sweet words, Cathy. God is so good to wait for us and often run after us, too. May our heart heal as we learn to trust His heart. So good to meet you…

  10. Kara, You wrote so tenderly and insightfully about your dad’s and my prodigal grand-daughter….Knowing her and you and your family as well as I do, I could “see”in my mind’s eye the entire scenario as you described Abby’s run-away. (Eyes that became pretty misty and tearful as I read, I must say. She must be just as sensitive and emotional as her mom, grandma, etc.) I love that you identified her struggle that is within us all as we pilgrim through this weary land, “homesick for heaven” and for the safety and love offered by our heavenly Father.

    What a wonderful writer you are! I always knew you were so very capable in so many things. Through the years your insights about life and the struggles that we encounter on this side of heaven have encouraged me and others. And now they can encourage your readers, too, You have had the heart of a missionary for a long time . May God continue to use your gift of writing for His purpose and for His people! I love you so much, my own prodigal daughter!
    Love, Mom