For a few moments he let me hold him
he held me in return
confused, then angry, then docile, then he'd remember the awful, awful truth
He would heed no warnings
but, for a few moments he let me hold him.
He let me rub his back as he lay, spent on the floor
the dogs barked,
the policemen arrived and filled our home
taking in the quiet scene before them
then one knelt and felt his ankle as if to check a pulse
they had him up
and cuffed
and out the door at dawn's break
he stared straight ahead
when the car pulled away I threw up my hand thumb, pointer and pinky
"I Love You!"
He didn't look
I'm not really surprised
But I did it anyway
Cause that's what we do.
the hardest day of my life..so far.
ReplyDeletei imagine you to be megan's mom. she often is the delighted peace of my day. i am praying for your son every morning and will not stop until megan asks me too. read one of your blogs this a.m. Don't give up. our's was a struggle with our daughter, 14 years of hadies, that we thought would never end. if there is anything worse (for a father) than a son gone astray it would be a daughter allowing the evil one to devour her heart mind and yes her body, her precious body that a father would die before…. anyway i just wanted to write and encourage you that our prodigal, like me, finally came to her senses and came back to the Father and father. be of good cheer and live on megan's Christ until you can live on alex's, which i…which Jesus assures us we can do! in sincerity. lee
ReplyDeleteThank you for this encouragement. I'm so thankful (and humbled) that you re praying for Alex. Praise God your daughter returned! I treasure every single story I hear of His grace-work on behalf of prodigal kids!
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