August 15th...early

Note:  the following few posts are excerpts from the last 10 days of my journal leading up to today. 

“Help him to tell the truth,” Prodigal Papa prayed quietly as he held me tight in his embrace.  
It was a short prayer…uttered quickly in the kitchen before we went our separate ways.

We fear our Prodigal is telling lies.  

Again 
To himself.  And to others.  

Letting darkness rule.  Shutting out the light.  

Erecting an elaborate plan to get his way.  Unknowingly.  Maybe.   

To sabotage his sobriety.  

Wanting to involve us as co-conspirators.

No.  Not this time.  

My spirit says, “uncle.”  

Enough.  

Heartstrings have been tugged, pulled, stretched.

I’m so tired….