Please Don't Take Drugs
To be honest, once I publish a blog, I very rarely go back and reread it. I'm sure much of what I say is redundant. But as long as it's in my mind, it's just going to keep coming out in my words. Today I went back, very briefly, and looked at a few of the posts. Has God been preparing me all along for this devastating loss of a child? Of course he has. I posted, in one blog, that in the middle of the night, during one of my wide-awake times, where I would panic and worry about John, God clearly dropped this thought into my mind . . ."Do you trust me?" I cried like a baby. I did trust Him and I still do. More than ever. I had been bringing John to the Lord constantly. Asking for his healing from addiction, from the recurring thoughts and memories, from the feelings of guilt and self-loathing. We prayed and we prayed that he would be healed. And he was. Was it the way we wanted? No. It was the way God wanted. Would our way have been better? No. It