Watching a child walk out the door
with no assurances about the future was devastating! I wanted to grab
him in my arms and never let go. I thought when it came down to it,
he would stay. I didn't think he was ready to be on his own. I think
the only way I was able to do this was remembering we had three
younger sons that deserved to live in a home without these
influences. We knew that if we had standards in our home then we also
had to enforce them. I knew what we were doing was right but when
Rick left, a part of me died that day.
We heard nothing as the days
turned into weeks and the weeks dragged into months. I knew he was
hurt and very angry at us. I prayed constantly for him to feel of our
love for him and Heavenly Father's love for him. I hoped that he
would find a way to stay in touch. We wished for any word from him
that he was okay. We didn't even know if he stayed local or had left
the state.
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