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Prodigal

I hope this song encourages you and touches your life… like it did for me. And another flash fiction…

Coming Home

The farmer studied the horizon, holding up his hand to block out the sun. His hand rested on the handle of the plow. His younger son had abandoned him weeks before, heading into the big city to find “adventure”. The farmer couldn’t help hoping that his son would come back to him.

Suddenly, he spotted a small figure in the distance, trudging towards the farmhouse. The farmer dropped the plow and raced to the farmhouse and down the driveway. The figure grew nearer until the farmer recognized him. He threw his arms around his son, pulling him close to his chest.

“Dad, I’m so sorry,” the son blurted, pulling away from his father. “I didn’t come back to be your son again. I want to work for you as a farmhand, not your son. I don’t even deserve to be called your son.”

The farmer wrapped his arms around his son again. “God brought you back to me. You won’t be treated like a farmhand; you’re my son.”