reflections from an easter sunday

so, the prodigal has returned. The waywardness of my past. The glint of steel the flash of skin. oh my! How horrible I havnt been praying for my husband to come to me.....if I ask for blue eyes then I'll know. maybe i am using them, but then i realize i too am being used. Which has the better means to an end? hmmm........ oh the beauty of convention and awesomeness of conformity. One person in a crowd. Taking the cup and advoiding connection. does anyone else think that God would cry for this? Resurection!!! oh my i love the edge of conflict, the beauty of good discussion.