What do you do when your failures suck the sandy foundation of your future out from under you? Well, you can blame the world. Failure invites finger pointing and buck passing. You are the victim, and the world is your enemy. A second option is to continue playing the games. We are masters of the masquerade. And, well with time, the real self is forgotten.
Or you can do what the prodigal son did. You can come home. When Jesus told this parable of the loving father, I wonder, did he use his hands? Later he stretched his hands as open as he could. He forced his arms so wide apart that it hurt. And to prove that those arms would never fold and those hands would never close, he had them nailed open. They still are my friend.
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