She grew up in her father's house. Her father had a corporation and she went to parties. She was beautiful and desirable.
One day, she asked her father for her inheritance. He said, "OK, but you only get half of what you ordinarily would have." She thought, fair's fair.
She went out into the world and associated with all kinds of people. She gave parties and sent her family photos.
But at some point, she fell in with a band of Christians. Soon, she was baptized, and gave all her money away, following Jesus.
But that life didn't suit her. She started to think it was only a phase. "Maybe I could get a job in my father's corporation," she thought. So she put on a long-sleeved T-shirt to cover her cross tattoo and took the bus, another, another bus back to her father's door.
He answered the door and said, "I'm not your father. God's your father." And he shut the door in her face.
This is a story about me, same but different.
ReplyDeleteIt’s a very cool story. I think she’ll find a good occupation.
DeleteGlad you liked it. What kind of occupation do you think she would find?
DeleteI hope she finds a way to share her unique story with other prodigal and wayward children.
DeleteOne day she gets a job doing for what she used to pay: house cleaning.
ReplyDeleteMaybe she cleans the houses of her father's social circle. Probably not his house, though.
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ReplyDeleteSomeone would have to be willing to train her.
ReplyDeleteWhere would she find someone like that? Would she have to just luck out and run into someone?
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