Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story
There’s been little conversation about the dilemma of grief in passing and grieving the living. Those hurting through loss need time for healing. They deserve the space and to allow the flow of emotion. I keep my turbulence to myself.
Because with all a parent already knows, they know very little about their addicted child.
There comes a point we must decide to surrender- in that surrender we are handing the battle back to God. We accept our limitations and seek His infinite space.
Watching and living in addiction has been one of the most significant challenges of my life. It encouraged my impossible obsession -to save someone against their will and try to control something I could never control.
When the bad got worse and everyone departed, I stood firm. I’m not confident I was wanted, though. The more I stayed, the more despised I became. Eventually, I left you to do what you wanted to do.
“It’s not a disconnection. It’s a reconnection with better wires.”
..all the words in the world can’t fix this.
He met people in their sin, forgave and instructed them to stop. He called out their truth and showed deep love for their soul through His mercy. I can’t think of one example where he chased them down without accountability and self-denial.
Being right in our feelings is not being righteous to God.
I wake up every morning to an absence I never prepared for. How do parents ever prepare their hearts for moments like this? Addiction continues to steal precious lives.
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