A STORY IN THREE PARTS

The son had no money.
He had no excuses.
And he had no idea how much his father had missed him...
The boy had no idea the number of times his father had awakened from restless sleep, gone into the boy's room, and sat on his bed.
And the son would never have believed the hours the father had sat on the porch next to the empty rocking chair, looking, longing to see that familiar figure, that stride, that face.


"The son got up and started home to his father..." Luke 15:20


(continued tomorrow)