Jesus, if you were there, my son wouldn’t have died! I read the Bible to him. I gave him a Bible! I prayed for him. I supported him, feed him, loved, believed, and showed him there was a better way. He told him about the importance of being with other believers. The importance of getting help with addictions. I tried to be the best mom I could. What did I do wrong? Yet, with $50.00, my son had a needle in his arm and was pronounced legally dead. Yes, he was revived. Yes, 911 was called this time. My son was lucky. Needle shot. Damage done. What will it take before it happens again. Jesus I am crying out for me and all the other mothers. Our children need the touch of the masters hand.
Jesus stood beside me with tears in his eyes. “I am with you. I know you are broken. I love your son too. We will walk through this valley of tears together. Trust in me and believe.” I am walking beside him. Loving my son.
