May 13, 2010
My Thursday breakfast: Henri Nouwen's The Return of the Prodigal Son and green tea frap
Nouwen wrote, "...coming home meant, for me , walking step by steep toward the One who awaits me with open arms and wants to hold me in an eternal embrace"
I imagined this playing in the background - "They don't know that i come running home when i fall down...cause deep inside this armor, the warrior is a child."
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