Prodigal daughter

Up above on that tiny little cloud playing hide and seek with the sun along with other tiny and equally naughty, playful and spunky little clouds, I lay blissfully unaware of life's many pressing questions. My tiny little break.
Its an ordinary day. Nothing particularly unusual or memorable about it. But a story can't be that simple and straightforward, can it? There needs to be a conflict or a series of conflicts and eventually, some resolution.
And of course there have been conflicts. Too many perhaps. There was absolute lawlessness. There was lying, thievery, sneaking, cheating, lying, wanton behaviour, there was anger, hatred, all-destroying rage, all-consuming jealousy and ambition and greed, there was unhealthy competition, unhealthy vibes. And yet something clicked. Everything wasn't resolved technically. But the sun came out. And everything fell into place. Just like a skillfull driver changes gears effortlessly and beautifully thus making the car just glide forward; very much like the smooth swish of a gifted artist's hand thus completing a grand masterpiece, somehow miraculously life goes on, people recover, people find alternatives, solace, peace, love and many other things, in the least expected places.

But whats most miraculous is the knowledge of one's folly, of being aware of one's errors and most importantly, the repentance that always accompanies genuine desire for improvement, for resurrection. There may be many more mistakes and detours.

After all, even the Lord fell three times while carrying His Cross. But victory lay in rising again.

The prodigal daughter is coming home Father. I ask not, for any fatted cow. Just for a little place at their feet.