The Face Behind The Name


Linda - The Face Behind the name Prodigal Chick

Linda – The Face Behind the name
Prodigal Chick

We are all Prodigal Sons & Daughters at some point or another, running around in darkness with our eyes hidden from the truth, dazed, confused, and hurting. 

I have had my fair share of desert experiences and prodigal seasons in my life time.  I felt the Prodigal Chick Avatar was fitting for symbol and meaning.

I married my highschool sweetheart – AJ.  When we met we immediately knew we were meant to be…..   We have now been married 32 years and have been together for 36 years.  We are miraculously blessed and very thankful and proud of our daughter Kristi and our son Kyle.  We are triple blessed by our grand-daughter, Emma.  I love the Lord and have given Him my life to do what He Will – which may sound super sweet but it is a tough gig to follow.  I love my husband, family and friends. I would rather give than receive.  My happiest and most joyous times are in praying, serving and reaching out.  My life is blessed to be a blessing.  I write to share, encourage, and make laugh.  I am passionate about what I believe in – Jesus, love, justice and doing what God leads me to do.  I love meaningful music, especially songs that tug at the heart-strings.  These days I especially like country because a good bit of the country artist are singing about Jesus and turning hearts to Him.  “This is me in a “nutshell!”

This is not my Bible but this is what my Bible looks like except mine has a hundred or a thousand sticky tabs on the top and sides, I just haven’t got around to taking a picture…….

This looks just like my Bible

This looks just like my Bible

Me & My Husband

Me & My Husband

My Daughter Kristi

My Daughter Kristi

My Grand - Daughter, Emma

My Grand – Daughter, Emma

My Son Kyle

My Son Kyle

Father & Son, The Two Awesome Men In My Life

Father & Son, The Two Awesome Men In My Life

So, this is the real prodigal chick, her chick-lets and hubby.  “The Lord Blesses and He adds no sorrow to it!”

Not My Photo - Photo Credit Goes To My children mean everything to me Community

To My Babies, Kristi, Kyle and Emma

This is not my photo. Credit goes to my-last-breath-from-my-children-mean-everything-to-me-photos community page

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THE NARROWING


Brilliant and spot on!!!

The Fearless Experiment

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Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we’ve gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.

This post isn’t for everyone.
It’s just for You. You know who you are.
The one who can’t catch your breath between this crisis and the next.
The one who looks back at the last few years and sees stress, heartache, sleepless nights, weary days.
The one who hears things like “You’ve got to…

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The Patience of Job: Have you ever felt like your family, friends and even God has left you alone?


This is so encouraging for those of us that are going through extreme and long trials. I am anxious for the next part…..but then we are not supposed to be anxious while waiting!!!

End Times Tribulation Watch

Job; suffering well

‘Blood is thicker than water’ Translation: Your family will stick with you through everything even when your friends desert you.

‘A friend sticks closer than a brother.’ Translation: A good friend will stick with you through everything even when your own family deserts you.

When things get tough in our life who can we really trust? Things will get tough, they always do, so who will be our most loyal friends and our best help in times of trouble?

We know that both friends and family can at times  leave us to stand alone in our troubles; but can the same be said of God? Will God ever abandon us? We have read that he won’t but what of the times when it feels like he has?

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A Friday Poem


Please support these beautiful babies, Jesus would be so grateful of our merciful and loving hearts!!

Larry Who


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I am nobody,

Worthless my life is.

To Untouchables I was born,

A Dalit child my fate sealed.

 

I was born in slums.

Rights? We have none.

To upper-caste our lives we owe.

Slaves to serve all their wish.

 

Poverty and hunger

Is all I ever knew.

If there is hope,

Tell me how?

 

What is my future?

Do I have any?

It all looks so dark

And I wish I were not born.

 (The poem is taken from No Longer A SlumdogK. P. Yohannan, © 2011, page 45)

At the very bottom of the ungodly caste system in India are the 300,000,000 Untouchables or the Dalits. Their numbers are staggering and their children have lived the words in the above poem for over 3,000 years.

Yet, take a closer look at the above picture, okay?

These are Dalit children who have been brought into

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A poem about life


Beautiful Shaun!!! You have to know that this poem you wrote has a very special place in my heart!! I can only speak for myself but I am sure that most moms feel the same way, my children are my life and I would lay down my life for them. There is no greater blessing to a woman than her babies and if there was never a return of a gift, a flower, a reward…..nothing would stop our love that flows to our children, it is unconditional and forever lasting. The greatest reward to a mother is her children’s happiness, a tender loving smile and an I love you! Now that is the greatest reward ever, ever, ever!!!! Thank you for this poem, it is touching and wonderful!!

Struggling as a Christian Writer?


Excellent Post!!!!

Larry Who

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A  lifetime ago, I normally preached three times per week. Although I wasn’t a pastor of a church, I preached wherever a door opened.

Once, I taught a series on Christian business practices in a small Iowa town hall. On the second evening, I sat alone, wondering if anyone would show up. At five minutes till seven, a woman walked in and sat down in the middle of fifty chairs. The clock creeped forward, but no one else showed up.

“Sir,” said the woman, “will you be starting on time?”

I nodded my head. “Sure,” I replied, moving toward the stage.

At seven o’clock, I prayed and began teaching to an audience of one. My teaching lasted forty-five minutes and a few others arrived in the last five minutes of it.

I closed the meeting and asked the lady if she needed personal prayer. She did. When I prayed…

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