I went through some of my son’s few belongings today and packed them away. I know in all probability the reality of his situation is that he will be in prison for at least one or two years, maybe longer. Even though I’m coming to accept this, it still feels like a giant hand is squeezing my heart when I think about it. Touching his things and packing them away was painful. I remembered buying some of the very clothes I was packing away so he’d have some nice shirts and pants to wear for job interviews. Job interviews that never happened because of the stranglehold addiction had on his life. How I detest addiction and what it does to good people’s lives.
When I finished packing his clothes away I came in and tried to find comfort by reading the Bible. God led me to read the parable of the lost sheep. I found peace in the knowledge that even though my son is a lost sheep, Jesus will not stop searching for him, and will rejoice when He wins my son back from the grips of addiction. Not only will I rejoice, but Jesus will be rejoicing with me! Thank you, Lord, for helping me find the comfort I needed today in Your Word. To those of you reading this, remember He is looking for your sons, daughters, and loved ones too.
“3 Then Jesus told them this parable: 4 “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? 5 And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders 6 and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ 7 I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent. “
Luke 15: 3-7