i agree with cms. money poverty shouldnt worry you more than intoxicated driving with your kids. next time he does call the police and have him arrested. i’m not writing from some theoretical island. i’ve walked many miles living excruciating principals like this.
and here’s how: we have an adult son who’s an addict. i’ve written about our experiences with him several times on CAF. i can’t tell you the depth of sorrow we’ve experienced these last 8 years.
we’ve experienced the adoption of our grandson 7 years ago.
we’ve experienced the homelessness of our adict son for several years.
once he was missing-- really missing-- for 17 months. we checked morgues for him.
he’s been incarcerated.
he’s stolen from us.
we tried and tried to get him hospitalized for mental insanity and never could.
throughout we had 2 gut-wrenching policies:
- never stop praying (there was about 3 years in there that every single time i received Jesus in Eucharist-- which was sometimes every day-- i wept till i could hardly breathe. i’d receive Jesus and run off to some secluded corner crying and begging the Lord. we’d go to perpetual adoration at 4 am so no one would be there to see us weep.) how much longer? please. please! please.
and 2: never do anything that could hasten an overdose death. especially never give him cash. when he was homeless, we’d go looking for him to bring him clothes, blankets, food and socks. about twice a week we’d go. (i dont know why he never had socks.) sometimes we’d find him, sometimes not. we never knew which was harder. imagine a michigan winter day, minus 4 degrees. we found him. he was barefoot. we gave him boots, socks, another coat we’d gotten from salvation army, soup, more food and blankets. my husband, (a tall manly guy of 6 foot 4) begged him, “please come home. we’ll get you into treatment. we’ll get you all fixed up.”
son (spaced out) said, “dad. just give me 20 bucks.”
husband said, “please J____. come home with us.”
son repeated the request, “can you just give me 20 bucks?”
my husband stood there, held his son by the shoulders and cried, “please J_____. please. ask me for something i can say yes to.”
we left him there that day just like we’d done and would do again scores and scores of times. we were ruined.
eight years.
eight excruciating years.
after 8 years of using, J______ finally begged to enter and has been in long-term rehab for 2 weeks now. he detoxed and is now in the residential treatment section. we went to see him today. he’s so astonished to be safe. and so relieved.
as we were driving away, my 10 year old son said, “something’s different about J______. something better.”
our good God loves you. you belong to HIM. HE loves your children. and HE loves your husband too. do NOT stop praying. don’t loose hope in HIM. trust and remain obedient.
you DO need a miracle. i did too.
God does miracles. it’s HIS specialty. trusting HIM and waiting on HIM becomes our specialty.