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The nights are long, the days drag on; worry is never from my mind. Every time I hear a siren in the distance, I wonder…is she okay? I have no control; I am frozen, as evil plants its ugly seed. At the tender age of 15, her path is a destructive one, a life of drugs and alcohol. Her tongue, full of venom, lashing out at the ones she loves. She thinks she is in control of it, but what she can’t see is that IT is controlling her. Who is this girl I don’t even recognize? As the years continue, hope is fading fast.
The judge is skeptical; she’s already been given so many chances, but eighteen months is a long time for such a young girl. The lawyer pleads to the judge to allow her to go to another “program.” The judge is very hesitant, since this would be her fourth attempt. The lawyer explains this is not a traditional rehab program, actually, not a rehab at all, but one that will introduce her to Christ. The judge reluctantly grants permission, there is a glimmer of hope.
The drive is long, ten hours away; soon I will leave her in the hands of God. The car ride is quiet; we don’t have much to say to each other. She tells me that she doesn’t even believe in God, but I dismiss her comment, and tell her to keep an open mind. We arrive and unpack the car, the mood is ominous. We are greeted by the staff who are doing God’s work. They are kind and loving and they give me a sense of security. I know now I am doing the right thing. As I leave, the seat empty next to me, I can not control my tears. How did this happen? When did I lose control? Why did it have to come to this? Through my tears I pray to God to please save her, and bring her back to me. I put my trust in Him; the glimmer of hope is getting brighter.
It has been five months now, since she left. Miraculously, she has returned from darkness. She has allowed Jesus to enter her life. She is learning that God is gracious and forgiving, and He loves all of his children. She is learning to cope with her problems, instead of disguising them. Her smile has returned and her laughter is contagious. She is thoughtful and caring and a joy to be with. Her future is bright, she is destined for greatness. My nights are more peaceful, my days filled with dreams. I look forward to her new life with Jesus guiding her. God has saved my daughter! The most precious gift a mother can receive is the gift of hope! There is hope.
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