Window Shopping... a lost art

When I was young, window shopping was something you would do when you wanted to buy something you could not afford. Instead of having a pity party about not having money, you simply would walk to the store and look at stuff... and after an hour or so you go home. No harm no foul. The store did not care, your parents did not care and you would walk away with a dream. A dream of having something you cant have today and getting excited about it. You would plan and dream and figure out how to save for that "thing". Time would pass and those anxious feelings would arise... when will I get my dream.

So church December 30, 2012, my whole entire family is sitting in our row about 8 rows from the front and us taking up 7 seats. On the outside it looks all Hallmark, but just below the service its multifunctional... and that is a step above kind. With Maria and I flanking the intense emotion in between. All players are having to deal with the feelings of betrayal and the wayward rebellion of my daughter. She is the Ruddiman prodigal, the one the parents thought was ready to read the slop of her life to come home... not physically home, but spiritually home to Papa.

The prodigal was not ready to come home to be greeted by her father. But we did get a glimpse. A long drawn out emotional moment between she and her brother. Its kind of like window shopping... we got to see what it will look like someday today. We will have to hold on to our glimpse and hope... of what the future will look like when the dream of having a family reunion is no longer just a dream.

Thank you Papa for the glimpse...