Son: “Pray for me”
Me: “I always do”
This is the exchange I had with my son last night as he was preparing to go to detox today. This is the first time he’s asked me to pray for him. The meaning of that is significant. He wants help. He needs help. He deserves help.
The prayer he asked for was that he would receive some type of treatment right away so that he can get his life back. He knows that there are wait times for the Strength program, and waiting lists for everything else. Even though the odds are greatly stacked against him, he feels in his heart that it will be different this time. That he will be offered something. I asked him why he felt that way. He said that he doesn’t know why. He just does. Dear God, I pray that he is right.
I believe in the power of prayer. My faith is what keeps me going in this difficult journey of addiction. If you could include my son in your prayers today, I would appreciate it.