Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Next Step

A decision has been made that my son needs to stand on his own two feet.  He can do this and he needs to for himself as much as our family needs for him to.  It's a tough decision.  Sometimes my imagination causes my stomach to churn.  I get a sense of dread.

Today I went to see the girls at the jail for the last time before they graduate from the Homeward Bound program.  One girl who was tearfully telling me that there was no hope for her on the first day of class told me, with a twinkle in her eye, that she had 89 days left and that when she got out at midnight she on a Saturday she would be at church the next morning and an AA meeting that night.  She thinks she's got it this time.  Her hope was beautiful and contagious.

I pray that my son can find God in his journey.  But, it is his journey, and I am trying to get out of the way.  This will be a walk of faith.  It is a walk through the desert.  I just read this post and thought it was a good one for anyone who is dealing with a very difficult time.

Today I say a prayer of thanksgiving for all of those who have given words of encouragement.  I pray for courage and healing for those facing addiction.  And I say a prayer for Henry.


Annette said...

I swear a mother's imagination is a force to be reckoned with!

Just for today helped me survive the letting go period. I could let go and put my girl in gods hands just for today. It was too hard to look into the future. I had to stay in today.

Hattie Heaton (Mom of an Addict) said...

Thank you, Annette. I should really just tattoo it on my forehead backwards.