From the Gospel of Luke
A man had two sons. They lived together on a farm — working, eating, belonging.
The younger son said: "Give me my share of the money — now." The father's heart was heavy, but he gave it.
The young man packed his bag and walked away down a long road. The father watched from the gate.
He spent everything on parties and false friends. The money flew away like leaves in wind.
When the money was gone, so were the friends. He sat hungry in a pig pen, all alone.
He began to think: "At home, even the servants have bread. I will go back. I will say sorry."
With ragged clothes and tired feet, he began the long walk home. Every step heavy. Every step like hope.
Every evening, the father stood at the gate, watching the road. He had never given up.
While the son was still far away, the father saw him. He didn't wait. He ran.
The father wrapped him tight in his arms. Before the boy could finish saying sorry — he was already loved.
There was a feast with music and dancing! New robe, new ring, new sandals. "My son was lost — now he is found!"
Later, when the music had faded, father and son sat under the stars. No more words were needed.
“While he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son.”
You finished The Loving Father. Your garden has one more flower in it.