So the past few day have been spent in an emotional uproar. My 19 yr old step daughter, who caused a lot of pain and heartache in our lives, and went totally off base last year, called asking to come home. She also informed us that she is pregnant, and not married. I was to go pick her up last night, but she missed her bus home. So she got here today. The bus stop is 1/2 an hour away. I fed the kids dinner and left them with my brother and drove to get her. My mind, feelings, emotions, in a HUGE tangle the size of Alaska! Ten minutes out of town this song comes on the radio
Immediately followed with a sermon from Chuck Swindoll about none other then the Prodigal Son…and so that still small voice that’s been whispering in my ear lately, with the books I was given on parenting tips, and more, got suddenly VERY LOUD!!
When I finally stopped to listen, I heard that “My daughter has cast her pearls among the swine and found out pig food doesn’t taste so good”. I heard that “You need to respond to her homecoming the same way the father in this story did, the same way that I am! This is My child returning home to you, she needs compassion and forgiveness just as you do. I Am mighty to save and I will because I love this child more then you could ever imagine.”
No, I don’t have a fatted calf to kill, but I do have hugs, and an ear to listen to her. We gave another young man a ride home and then I simply said, “So what’s going on with you?” And it all came out… In our talk on the way home, (where she actually talked to me!!) I found out she had been chewed up and spit out by a world she thought was all fun and games.. when she found out she was pregnant, she was given some really horrible advice by people who call themselves Christians, and was actually advised to abort this precious baby because God won’t love it because she isn’t married! I was so proud to hear her say that in all the haze etc, she knew better then that and it made her think, I really am not enjoying this life! I had it better before! She left that place and moved into a half way house where she was able to get clean, and has remained clean for months now, and the people there were really Christians. They prayed and read the Bible and loved her.
We still have a long road to travel, with a lot of healing in store, but I can see there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And I only pray that this is all real in her.. that there really is a change, and this isn’t just a I need somewhere to go and your all I’ve got left. But time will tell… for now I will just take it one day at a time.. and pull in all the prayers we can, and love the fact that I am about to become the world’s youngest grandmother to a precious baby girl named Chyna Ann…