I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do! I cried and wailed and paced the first floor of the house. My cries hit the white ceiling, going nowhere, falling back down on me like a flood.
My son was in trouble, like fighting for his very life trouble and I had no one to turn to. Everything was out of control. Kicked out of school. Off to juvenile detention. No help when help was desperately needed.
No God. No peace. I was lost in a sea of self pity and drunken despair. I was so far away from God, I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. Yet He was merciful. He sent people at the right time to help me muddle my way through. I never saw Him. Never thanked Him. Never gave credit to the One who deserved the credit.
It would be another 3 years before my eyes would be opened, my soul quickened, made alive.
But oh praise Him! The peace! It flooded me. Unexplainable, marvelous, glorious peace!
I am so grateful. I pray you find it too.