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
your Mother's Prayer Story
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