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 ...