We’ve made it to Plano where we’re celebrating an early Christmas with my parents and my sister. It’s good to be reminded of our roots. Our backgrounds. Our baggage – luggage that contains the good, the bad and the ugly of our histories. That which makes us who we are. It’s humbling and uplifting at the same time.
I’m glad that I grew up and got over myself from the days of my rebellious youth, and I pray that my children do the same. I’ve had a couple of great conversations with M and I’m grateful for our reconciliation. I pray for all prodigal children everywhere.
Blessings,
