There lay my treasured CDs next to the rap trash of #2 son. A favorite pearl necklace was strewn over the highway and close by, evidence. Evidence of a dark life, and not what a Mom wants to see.
The contents of the car had exploded all over the highway after rolling two times, ending upside down. The car is totaled. Yet he is absolutely fine. He punched the air bag and climbed out of the window. Superman? No. Just a man. A young man whose life has been spared far more than the Average Joe.
I am grateful he’s not hurt, physically. No broken bones. No blood in sight. But, his spirit appears broken! This latest hurdle might crush the Average Joe; but I’ve accepted and thanked God that I am not average. I am uniquely made to be his Mom and have beyond-average strength and perseverance.
Praise. I have to praise God that HE is with me to do this thing. Trust. I have to trust God that HE has this boy covered.
The Average Joe hasn’t been within a block of where our boy is now paying the consequence. Again, he’s not average. He, too, is uniquely made. God made him…God knows him. God loves him. I love him.
I’m floundering with this concept: as I live life…biblically….that is: give my yoke to the Lord, let go, let God, give my son to Him, have the joy of the Lord, be thankful in ALL, how can I reconcile the daily routine of my boy? He sits in such a dank, dark, disgusting place while I have everything I want or need at my fingertips.
It’s hard. It’s really hard to be a Mom. I think it may be extra hard to be his Mom…but again, I’m not your Average Joe.
And, so – I will thank the Lord - for He is good. He’s got me. He’s got this thing. He’s way ahead of me and His plans are perfect. He’s not average either!
...if you would, keep our boy in your prayers.