The parable of the prodigal daughter
and the mother who welcomes her home
This will be out last Behind The Scenes of Feminist Prayers for paid subscribers. In these posts I have shared my perspective on some of the topics I chose to cover in my latest book, Feminist Prayers for My Daughter, unpack what they mean to me, and opine about why they are necessary prayers for the world we are living in. Today we’ll tackle the prayer “for a lost sheep.”
But don’t worry, my beloved paid subscribers; you’ll still be getting exclusive content next month. This is simply the last of this particular series.
I’ve always expected my daughter to go through a rebellious phase.
Maybe it’s because I did.
Maybe it’s because I have a personality that pushes against, and suspect that might rub off on her too.
Maybe it’s because I have lived long enough to know that girls who don’t rebel become women who do — or, far worse, women who really should — so it may be less a matter of if and more a matter of when.
Maybe it’s because one of the most distinct memories I have of adolescence is the day I broke my mother’s heart.