Today’s blog is from Reach Out Recovery; an Exclusive By Gail Dudley.

God’s Message To A Desperate Mom

“It doesn’t work that way.”

As a physician, I have treated many families with addiction problems and there is addiction in my own family history. But I didn’t see how bad my son’s addiction had become until I was crushed by it.

Josh Used Since 12 – My son, Josh, had been involved in drugs and the associated activity since around the age of 12. By the time he could drive there was nothing I could do to keep him in line. As his use escalated, he hid the extent of it. As a physician I am ashamed to say that I didn’t recognize the depth of his addiction. This is so common among families dealing with addiction. I just knew that nothing I did helped in any way.

I Tried Everything – Josh’s addiction and life took on a persona of its own that was not responsive to the normal channels of parenthood. As the sheriff’s visits to my home became more numerous and more frequent, they knew what we as parents were attempting to accomplish. At one point they advised me that, due to Josh’s, age (under 18), I could be held legally liable for his actions (car accidents, stealing things to pawn, etc. We were planning to move.

At The End Of My Emotional Rope – I had developed the habit of waiting up for Josh, hoping and praying that he would arrive home safely. Without anyone getting hurt. One night very late I was lying in the living room on the couch with the lights off. I was curled up in a fetal position, talking to myself, and sobbing hysterically. It was after midnight, close to 2AM, and I had been manning the couch all evening, waiting, waiting. Anyone who has a family member abusing substances knows the desperation of this waiting and worrying.

I Started Talking To Myself – “He’ll be all right. He’ll be home soon. Please God, let him be all right.” I wasn’t sure if I still believed in God, a reaction not uncommon for people when things don’t happen the way we want them to. I was imagining all the possible scenarios. My son’s death, his incarceration, accidents, hurting others, all in living color. Lately, I was saying that if the drugs didn’t kill him, the company and activities required of the drug scene would.

Someone Answered – It was in the midst of all this praying and bargaining with God, sobbing so hard that I could barely breathe, I used a new prayer.

“Please God take me. I’ll lay down here on the floor right now. Kill me dead and in exchange give my son a good life.”I didn’t expect an answer. But suddenly the room became very calm. Out of the darkness came a male voice.

“It doesn’t work that way.”

I jumped up off the couch and then sank down again. The shock was such that I didn’t think to ask who was talking to me. I just responded, “Then please take my pain and give me peace and calmness now.”

A Soothing Rain – Instantly and immediately I felt as though someone was gently pouring warm water over me, starting at my head and covering me. I felt immediately calm and peaceful and not afraid.

The Message I Needed To Hear – Was it a message from God? I don’t know. I was desperate and I received the words that have stuck with me from that day forward. While my message from God didn’t cure Josh or give him the life I wanted for him, it was the first step to get me grounded. I needed to understand what I can and cannot do. As much as I have wanted and tried to save my son from his addiction, the message that I can’t live for Josh, or die for him either, has stayed with me.
**A prayer from Dena:

Lord, you know how many of us have felt like this mom. Filled with desperation, we’ve even been willing to die; to make an exchange. Our life for theirs, if it would mean they could be well and whole. Convince us “it doesn’t work that way”. Our child’s life is in Your hands. They get to choose what they will do with it. But we can find peace; we can go on with our own lives as we surrender our children to You. Somehow, by Your strength and grace, we’ll be okay, no matter what they choose. Amen.

This Bible verse has soothed and calmed me many times:

“When the earth and all it’s peoples quake, it is I who hold its pillars firm.”  (Psalm 75:3)