In kids church, I play a trainer who teaches animals things and presents them to the kids. Basically what happens is I will for example teach an animal how to pray and the kids will explain to me that I can’t teach someone how to pray by actions, they have to pray from their heart and talk to God. Well tomorrow, i am showing them this awesome trick that I taught a pig. I have called it superpig! Because this pig can fly. But basically what is supposed to happen is that my pig will not fly the way i have taught him. After many failed attempts i soon realize the weight he has gained. He has been eating junk food instead of healthy food like i told him. all this in a way is going to relate to tomorrows bible story about the prodigal son. And earlier tonight while i was thinking about tomorrows lesson i realized something about myself. I chose tonight after really searching my heart that i was going to run back to GOd like i should have done 6 six years ago. I am going to let him write my love story instead of me trying to write it myself. And in a way i feel like the prodigal daughter running back home into her fathers arms. And in these arms i know i will find the peace, joy, understanding, and love that i have been searching for. When he is ready he will send me my prince. BUt, right now he is going to be my prince, my daddy. The one i run to when i can find no other place of rest, the one that rocks me to sleep when i can’t get to sleep. The one that drys my tears when they can’t seem to stop flowing. The one that will say ” i love you” and be there the next morning. Running back to my father is a big choice i have decided to take, but the best part about it is that his arms are open wide and i am falling into them.