I’m asking for prayers tonight. My son is in jail on suicide watch as he is detoxing from very hard drug use. He is very sick and very depressed. He told me is only option is to hang himself.
Please pray for deliverance 🛐
Reposting this for good vibes and to command the fiery darts of the opposition to leave my son alone forever.
I had a dream last night.
I was trapped inside my house with some loud and intimidating people outside trying to get in. My family was there and I kept “trying to convince them”:
“Please don’t go out, please stay inside where it’s safe”.
My pleas landed on seemingly deaf ears, as my two eldest sons kept telling me,
“It’s ok Mom, we can handle it”.
Both of these beautiful boys 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. I pray for my family to come back together, un- fractured, cracking jokes again.
This experience is similar to This dream I had awhile ago.
What is the message?
Was this God’s way of telling me to BE STILL? God’s word spoken through a dream with my beautiful boys that I miss so dearly.
I suspect I need to stand down.
Allow for the work to be done.
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