A scroll for the parents holding the line when love means letting go
There’s a part of the prodigal son story that we rarely talk about.
Not the pigpen.
Not the welcome home.
But that moment before he leaves—
The moment he looks his father in the eye and says:
“Father, give me the share of the property that is coming to me.”
— Luke 15:12 (ESV)
It doesn’t say there was an argument. But if you’re a parent, you already know—
there was tension.
There was pain.
There was a heart already gone long before the feet walked away.
Sometimes they don’t just ask for distance.
They demand your blessing over rebellion.
They want you to affirm a life that contradicts everything God said is holy—and still call it love.
And when you don’t…
You’re the one called biased. Hypocrite. Outdated. Unsafe. Unloving.