Jesus, the light of the world, the light of HOPE! As I scrolled through the many pictures of my friends who posted beautiful family photos, I couldn’t help wanting the same thing. But you see, my family is different. We have broken children who are hurting, struggling, and we as parents are hurting for them. Here is the hope – Jesus provides the answer and He has a healing power that will one day make them whole. While we wait, He sends peace to our weary hearts and even joy in between to give us the strength to keep going, keep trusting, and building our faith too. So rejoice! He knows your heart and your requests. Keep praying and focus your eyes on Jesus!
A time of thanksgiving and reflection is once again upon us. However, this year it comes with many challenges. Not only are we dealing with a national pandemic, but there is the added unresolved election, unemployment, and the school system in shambles.
If that weren’t the tip of the iceberg, you have a teen or young adult in crisis as well. How in the world can we lift up our heads during this holiday season and find the words to be thankful?
My youngest is still broken. She is still filled with hurt and pain and struggles every day with some serious issues. There are days that I wonder and ask God, “When will you heal her, when will I not have to worry anymore, when can I finally live a normal life?”
Well, here’s the kicker. Life will never be normal. Every day, I am thankful that she made it through another day. I am thankful that despite the many hardships and disappointments in life, I am thankful that my faith is not what it used to be – it is better!
For eight months I was out of work because of the covid. But praise God, even though it was difficult, I was able to spend time with my daughter and dive into her world a little more to try to understand the tremendous burdens she carries and what it will take for her get better.
I became more thankful FOR her problems because she educated me on how she lives every day in her mind. I would take what I learned and applied it to my knowledge bank so that I could guide and encourage her in a new way. I was and still am thankful for how God opened doors and brought individuals into our lives that specifically work in the areas of my daughter’s disabilities and struggles. God is good.
God never changes. Our circumstances change, our lives change, and God remains the same yesterday, today, and forever. So until now and Thanksgiving Day, find at lease one thing to be thankful for in your life and include your child into that time of Thanksgiving. I promise, your spirit will be filled with praise, thankfulness, and peace in the midst of any storm you are faced with. Thank you God for your goodness!
The moment you hear it you are stunned. The news of your well rounded, smart, career-minded child has just gone through their entire savings spent on hard drugs. How can this be? This was the last thing you could have ever thought would happen with your child. But it just did.
Each week we hear of more staggering news of families with teens and young adults faced with a drug crisis. Today’s drug choice – cocaine, alcohol, club drugs, fentanyl, heroin, inhalants, opioids, and more. I’ve seen it up close and too personal.
We often hear of the story of the Prodigal son who rebelled and left his father to seek out his own independence with drinking, sex, gambling, and living the high life.
Today, parents have prodigals who live in the home too. Take the case of one mom whose young adult son refuses to acknowledge his parent in the same room. He spends hours on his phone or gaming console. He exerts his independence through backtalking and disrespect of his mom and dad. He leaves the house and doesn’t tell anyone where he is going. He comes back late and leaves telltale signs that he was out partying and most likely having sex. The last thing he wants to hear is about God.
Then there is the daughter who is shut down emotionally and cuts her family out of her life. She says nothing at the dinner table other than she is an atheist and doesn’t need to pray for her food, hides in her room all day, and announces that she can’t be around others in her family because they are just too toxic for her.
Prodigals. You love them and you can’t stand their attitude at the same time. You wonder, “Where did I go wrong? My parenting wasn’t that horrible. Why are they being so ungrateful and rebellious?” Continue reading