Praying our Prodigal-ness

 

Waiting, watching, wondering God, like the Prodigal Mothering-Father, You constantly survey our souls, longing for us to open just an fraction of an inch so that You might race and run to embrace and enfold us.  God, You fling wide open Your arms, but like both sons, we have speeches prepared, evidence ready to present that we think You need to know about ~ never mind the fact that You are…God.  Like the younger prodigal son, we see ourselves as unworthy, we know our boneheaded mistakes and the messy mud pigsty we’ve created by our decisions.  Like the older prodigal son, we can constantly compare ourselves to others.  We can view the world through the narrow lens of sacristy rather than the abundance of Your love that holds us eternally.  God meet us this morning in our prodigal-ness.  Help us be honest that we have moments when we wander away.  Help us be open when we are self-righteous ~ rating and ranking ourselves above others because this is the script of the world.  Help us when we have those moments, like the Mothering Father, and cannot help but let Your lavish love loose through us to another featherless biped human-size being ~ and to all Your creation.  Ground us, guide us, infuse and inspire us each day this week.  In the strong name of Your re-orienting (and disorienting) love.  Amen.