Here's something I am thinking on. Part of the process of seeing a prodigal son return to the grace and love of the Father, is letting go completely. The father did not offer a bail out plan at every turn of trouble.
Once the son left, he was on his own. Sometimes I wonder if we are so emphatic on grace that we bail our loved ones out before the true work of God has come to fruition.
This is so counter-intuitive for people wired like me, who see a problem and want to fix it...see pain and we want to comfort it...see poor decisions and want to right them.
But what if the greatest love is sometimes the toughest love?
It was when the son came back in desperation to his father that grace and love were poored out. What would it look like to go the way of tough love?