Up hurting at 3am about our prodigal.

We lost our son to another family and to the gay lifestyle.

It’s feels like he died.

He’s just…..gone.

He even changed his name.

The whole thing is such a mess. I feel at fault. I wish I had not struggled with mental illness all those years. I wish I had not done so many things. I really screwed up.

I feel God encouraging me to trust Him this mourning–i mean, morning.

If anyone can fix this mess, He can.

God help us. We need you. Our hearts are broken. I know you get it. You left the ninety and nine to come find us, right? (Matthew 18)

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

and lean not on your own understanding;

in all your ways submit to him,

and he will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 3:5‭-‬6 NIVUK

https://bible.com/bible/113/pro.3.5-6.NIVUK

our Absalom

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