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#21 NEXT Mother's Prayers Index |
My
adult son had gotten into drugs. He had never done them as a teenager, but
at the age of 23 he had a some very distressing events in his life and fell
into a depression. He was too ashamed to let me know what his life had become,
and then his life began to spiral out of control. Not only did he get on
drugs, but he disappeared from sight. I went to the
police and various agencies, none of which would help me. My son was an
adult, they said, and had walked out of his house of his own volition. I
was on my own. I couldn't afford a private investigator, so I took to the
streets myself. I even went undercover as a bag lady to get close to the
street people who would lead me to their drug connections. I hoped someone
would know him.After three years
of searching, I still couldn't connect with my son. I didn't know if he
was alive or dead and buried somewhere as a John Doe. It was a desperate,
lonely existence. I prayed for three years.Then one night
I was at the end of my rope. I asked God to just give me a sign. I was willing
to do the work if he would just point me in the right direction. The next
day I came home and there were ashes strewn all over my fireplace hearth.
This totally confused me. I couldn't understand what had caused the mess.
I was cleaning it up when my cat emerged from the closet stretching and
yawning after having a nap. A few seconds later a bird flew out of the same
closet. It had been sleeping in there with my cat! Apparently it had fallen
down my chimney and made the mess as it worked its way through the fireplace
screen and into the room.I watched it fly
around the room and then land on the windowsill. It sat quietly while I
opened the window and set it free. The first thought that came to my mind
was: "Phoenix from the ashes". I knew what I had to do.The next day,
I left for Phoenix, AZ, where my son had once lived. On that trip I finally
found him because God had heard my desperate prayer and led me every step
of the way.Michale Mohr - Portland, OR |
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