COMUNITA CENACOLO-ENDURANCE
"Don't question in the darkness what God tells you in the light."
It's a tough one, however I'm trying to keep that thought front and center as I move through the moments.
My second son Mac left Comunita Cenacolo this week after entering just one week ago. He's not ready to surrender his will completely to the will of God and to those who have come before him and made the long difficult journey through recovery. Mac wants to do it his way, which by the way, has gotten him locked up in jails, institutions and more dangerous scenarios than I would like to remember.
Over the last few years we have tried inpatient, outpatient-everything humanly possible...So now, I will pray and completely surrender my child to the Lord...to the belief that there is a power greater than any demonic darkness that is hovering over his heart and holding him hostage to this very cunning, baffling and powerful disease.
I choose to believe that my God can do for my son what he cannot do for himself and I am asking that all the obstacles that have been placed in the path of his recovery-all the people who are keeping him locked in this dance with death-be removed, once and for all.
When he called me this week and wanted to come home, the hardest words I've ever had to say were, "I Love you but you cannot come home-you have to return to community and let them help you." As sad as I feel, I know my firm commitment to the proven process is critical when the going gets tough...and I imagine it's going to get a lot tougher. Not knowing where your child is, where he will end up or if he's alive is torture...yet-it's the chilling reality of this ugly disease.
When Mac agreed to enter community, an adult friend gave him a free pass to come home, telling him to call anytime and he would immediately fly him back home...and so that's exactly what Mac did. The temptation to leave was just too great and too easy for him to resist and community life was just too challenging for him to accept.
Recovery means revising our whole way of thinking and consequently our whole way of life. We have to heal from the deep wounds that triggered our addiction and let go of the old resentments that threaten to drag us back into it. It's scary territory-looking at all the old baggage we've been carrying around for years...However, when we successfully unload the weight-the freedom that follows is powerfully liberating.
I Love my son Mac with an unconditional, monumental mothers Love...and I believe in him in ways he may not truly understand...I will go to whatever lengths necessary to save his life...calling on legions of angels and saints to intercede on Mac's behalf while using every tool that I have in my arsenal of spiritual weapons to fight this difficult battle.
However, I will also hold fast to the belief, that ultimately, God is in charge and if I endure to the end he will not fail me or my precious child. So today and every day, I will rest my weary heart in the healing power of his heavenly Love, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that with God-all things are possible!
It's a tough one, however I'm trying to keep that thought front and center as I move through the moments.
My second son Mac left Comunita Cenacolo this week after entering just one week ago. He's not ready to surrender his will completely to the will of God and to those who have come before him and made the long difficult journey through recovery. Mac wants to do it his way, which by the way, has gotten him locked up in jails, institutions and more dangerous scenarios than I would like to remember.
Over the last few years we have tried inpatient, outpatient-everything humanly possible...So now, I will pray and completely surrender my child to the Lord...to the belief that there is a power greater than any demonic darkness that is hovering over his heart and holding him hostage to this very cunning, baffling and powerful disease.
I choose to believe that my God can do for my son what he cannot do for himself and I am asking that all the obstacles that have been placed in the path of his recovery-all the people who are keeping him locked in this dance with death-be removed, once and for all.
When he called me this week and wanted to come home, the hardest words I've ever had to say were, "I Love you but you cannot come home-you have to return to community and let them help you." As sad as I feel, I know my firm commitment to the proven process is critical when the going gets tough...and I imagine it's going to get a lot tougher. Not knowing where your child is, where he will end up or if he's alive is torture...yet-it's the chilling reality of this ugly disease.
When Mac agreed to enter community, an adult friend gave him a free pass to come home, telling him to call anytime and he would immediately fly him back home...and so that's exactly what Mac did. The temptation to leave was just too great and too easy for him to resist and community life was just too challenging for him to accept.
Recovery means revising our whole way of thinking and consequently our whole way of life. We have to heal from the deep wounds that triggered our addiction and let go of the old resentments that threaten to drag us back into it. It's scary territory-looking at all the old baggage we've been carrying around for years...However, when we successfully unload the weight-the freedom that follows is powerfully liberating.
I Love my son Mac with an unconditional, monumental mothers Love...and I believe in him in ways he may not truly understand...I will go to whatever lengths necessary to save his life...calling on legions of angels and saints to intercede on Mac's behalf while using every tool that I have in my arsenal of spiritual weapons to fight this difficult battle.
However, I will also hold fast to the belief, that ultimately, God is in charge and if I endure to the end he will not fail me or my precious child. So today and every day, I will rest my weary heart in the healing power of his heavenly Love, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that with God-all things are possible!
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