Prodigal daughter or Spoiled brat?

I have posted some chapters from The Big Block Goes on Top here on Syinly’s Weblog. One of the chapters I gave the title prodigal daughter. This is where I talk about my return to my Dad house after being homeless in Atlanta.

Recently I read the story of the prodigal son, I realize I was nothing like prodigal child. The bible tells us he  (the prodigal child) decided to return home when he came to his senses. I decided to return home because, I was frustrated. I did not confess my sins or acknowledge any wrong doing as the prodigal son had. I returned home with a poisonous attitude from bitterness.

I showed no repentance to my earthly father or my heavenly father (God). Like the father in the bible, my dad was filled compassion. God was filled with compassion for me too.

When I left home (St. Louis) I had already squandered my earthly father’s money a lot more than the hundred dollars  he  gave me when I drove to  Atlanta. God had given me so much more that I had squandered: my youth, my talent, my time.

When I was homeless I was hungry, but was the spiritual famine  I was experiencing  started long before I ever got to Atlanta.

Like the prodigal son I had wanted my father ( heavenly father) to give me  my share of the inheritance now. I wanted the nice car, and professional clothes to wear to my important well-paying job.

In the story about the prodigal son, he was around pigs.  In the book of Proverbs  it tells us a beautiful woman with out discretion is like a pig with a gold ring in its nose. That was me during my prodigal experience I didn’t have any wisdom.

My grandma mother  has a another saying that makes the same point, I really like it so I will share it , ” What good is a hundred-dollar hat on a ten cents a$$.”