Prayer Shift at The Boiler Room . . . . . . . . September 15, 09
"Come back to me my children!
I miss your smile so much; let me hold you.
I don't care that you are covered in mud, that doesn't change the fact that you are my child.
Whay do you listen to your friends who say I will punish you for ruining your clothes?
Do you not know that my love goes deeper than the dirt under your nails?
Come home.
Let me prepare a hot bath for you.
I have fresh clothes already lain out for you, waiting.
Are you not hungry?
I have prepared your favorite meal, please stop living off of that junk food.
I'm keeping your plate warm.
Know that I will always wait.
I will not let your food grow cold nor put up your clothes.
No matter the time of day the door is always open, waiting for you.
Let me hold you, my child
I ask nothing of you, except that you come back to me"