Because there is no firm path to follow, this is the time of childhood and adulthood wrestling each other, often. Back and forth, their emotions are as wild as their hormones. I remember this being a time of true fear. What to do? How to do it?. These are choppy waters and the life jackets have been left back on the shore.
We all have been the prodigal son at one time or another. Maybe even through several stages of our lives. We have had enough and we run and run and run - trying to outrun what we are desperately trying to leave behind. Most of the time what we don't understand is that we are trying to flee from ourselves. The reasons we tell ourselves and others are just symptoms of the Real Deal. The story of the prodigal son reassures us that we can always come Home. That those who loves us will always be waiting. It is not about running away from Something but rather, running toward Something. No one can do it for us. For those who are left waiting, we know how the Story ends. We know our part. We don't know when ... but we know how.
Good luck, Miss J - Miss Class of 2008. May your journeys be many, your faith strong and your prodigal daughter adventures remind you of the Love that is all around you...