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The Prodigal Son

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I had a dream last night.

I was trapped inside my house with some scary people outside trying to get in. My family was there and I kept “trying to convince them” to not go out. My two eldest sons kept telling me, “It’s ok Mom, we can handle it”. (Both struggle with SUD, one is functioning well and happy- the other is what this entire blog is based on)

I tried to pull them away from the door, like a worried Mom of curious toddlers who are determined to toddle out into the street. My boys went out anyway. In my dreamlike state, I remember thinking, at least they are together; which sadly, hasn’t happened in a year.

As I woke up from this nightmare, the following story was playing on my phone:

As I listened to the story of the prodigal son, tears stung my eyes. I didn’t put it on there, I didn’t search for it. What I did do- is pray daily – several times a day, for my son to have a spiritual awakening OR for someone to come into his life that could reach him, since I can’t.

This experience is similar to This dream I had awhile ago.

Faith, patience, hope.

Was this God’s way of telling me to BE STILL?

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