Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tonight, I am longing for my son. I'm wondering-- is he being wise and setting aside 1/4 of his paycheck so he has rent for next month? Or, is he getting loaded?
While making dinner, and walking through the house, I feel the silence. My son's boisterous laugh...the noise of his television, playing in his former bedroom ... his incessant chatter. It's so quiet.
My son and I have not called each other since Sunday morning-- except for B's quick emergency call to deliver insulin (which I didn't have).
I am thinking of my son, whom I delighted so much in watching him sleep-- as a baby, and even as a grown young man. He looks so peaceful.
I pray that my son is resting, tonight, because his job starts early and it's physically demanding.
I pray, Lord, that my son is wanting sobriety.
I miss my son. It hurts. But, I have to let him grow up and I can only pray that he is making smart choices.
Tonight, I am missing him. Is he thinking of me in a loving way? Tonight, there are lots of parents who are feeling my pain. I am thinking and praying for you.
Never lose hope. God is in control.