The prodigal son/daughter? Even was received better?

Guess it’s a man thing to forgive? I was given nothing of a portion of what was mine by birth right? Nor do I ask for anything but time with my own Mama now? Still denied? Why? I ask why? Why are there conditions set on the love I wish to receive? Money. Can’t by me love. And money can’t replace love lost.

My Mamas the night bible thumper? What give?

As an adoptee I am treated worse than a prodigal son now? Fabulous. And people wonder why I am upset? Laughable? Sadly. My goodness my family be tripping. Scared of little ole me? You better be. Because god with me.

And gods with you too. And sees all. You can hide. But I’ll stand on the top of a mountain and profess my love!! While you try to Hide your greed.

Time. Time. Time. That what I want with my Mama. If she wants to give me something else? Well you don’t get to tell her what that is. She’s got the right to spoil me if she wants too. She’s earned that right.

I’m not lost. I’m right here in plain view for all to see. Got nothing to hide. How about you?

My family will RUE THE DAY they dared to deny this Linda. You’ll regret this. Mark my words. Oh. I already this mark them. 🤣🤣💋

So proud are you all for protecting our Mama from her own daughter are you? 🤣 god will see about that. Just try to stop my love. For this love has covered all the sins my words have shown.

That’s why I keep on coming. Like a train baby. Of love. Get your mind right bitch!. I am a gangster for love. Love!!!!!

Check it out proud Mary coming down your street!!
LP https://youtu.be/o42cCgxmjT0

Luke 15:11-32 New International Version (NIV)

The Parable of the Lost Son

11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons.<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(A)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25600A” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> 12 The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(B)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25601B” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> So he divided his property<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(C)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25601C” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> between them.

13 “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(D)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25602D” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> in wild living.14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs.<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(E)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25604E” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> 16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(F)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25607F” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’20 So he got up and went to his father.

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(G)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25609G” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”>

21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(H)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25610H” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’

22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(I)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25611I” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(J)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25611J” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again;<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(K)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25613K” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(L)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25613L” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”>

25 “Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 27 ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

28 “The older brother became angry<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(M)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25617M” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 30 But when this son of yours who has squandered your property<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(N)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25619N” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> with prostitutes<sup class=”crossreference” data-link=”(O)” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-25619O” style=”box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px”> comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”

psychecafe

I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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