Letter for the Prodigals

Dear Daughter, (or son)

You make mistakes, 

but you are not a mistake.

You lie, 

but you are not a liar. 

You run and hide, 

but you are not unfindable. 

You are guilty and afraid, 

but you are not shameful. 

You break, 

but you are not unrepairable. 

You fall, 

but you are not a failure. 

So get back up and try again. 

Tell your shame that it's a lie. 

Run back home and hide in my arms. 

Let the Light bring beauty from your brokenness. 

Fall into the Arms of Hope, 

for there is no such thing as failure there.  

Love, 

Mom (on behalf of Papa)