June 1, 2012
My son sent
me a message around 2:00 in the morning.
He was letting me know he was ok, and that he wanted to go to a 12 step
meeting with me. He said he’d be in
contact with me. Last night I went to
the meeting alone. He didn’t contact me,
nor have I heard from him since. I know
that God is speaking to him, and that somewhere underneath the addiction is my
son. The son who knows what he is doing
is wrong, and will either land him in jail, a hospital, or dead. Addiction is pure evil. It takes over a person’s life to the point
that nothing else matters, not family, not jobs, not even life. I read a comment in one of the addiction blogs I follow advising
the parent to give up and go on with her own life. I may not be able to offer my son a place to
live anymore, but I will never give up hope.
With my last breath, if he is still using, I will be praying that he finds his way back
to the Lord and gets clean. I cling to
hope like a life preserver in a sea of addiction. It’s all I have.
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