Prodigal Perils

Today, I really miss my son. I found out, a few days ago, that he had called a friend of his. She immediately called and told me. She has always told on him, of which I’m so thankful. I’m glad he has friends who still care about him.

She said that he sounded really good, and that he told her he wasn’t doing or selling drugs. I have no way of knowing if that’s true, being that he’s been known to tell a lie, or five thousand, in his lifetime. Apparently he’s hiding out due to the fact that there’s warrants for his arrest in this county. Nonetheless, I was happy she had heard his voice….at least for a little bit.

When I just started thinking really hard about it, I got furious. I realize he knows we wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops on him, but he also knows we love him more than anyone, and that we’ve always been there for him. How dare he not call me?! I thought to myself, if abortion is legal, you can kill a sweet, innocent baby. Why can’t you ‘abort’ teens and young adults? Certainly I jest, yet I seriously wonder.

Then I was heartbroken thinking about how he must be feeling. I know that he loves us. He’s young, and in his mind he thinks these warrants are the end of the world. He might have to do a little time in the county, but the charges are all misdemeanors. They’re not going to go out or their way to pick him up. How long will he stay away? I know deep down he misses us as much as we miss him.

Then, for a day or two, I barely thought about him, and that scared me. I never want to do that. I know that time makes things easier, and that I do have to go on with my life, but I had gotten so used to living in panic mode. Now, I actually have peace, and for some strange reason, there’s times it bothers me.

I know God’s in control. I know Tuck will be fine. Today though, I’m missing him. I would appreciate your prayers.

Lamentations 3:49-51 – The tears stream from my eyes, an artesian well of tears, until You, God, look down from on high. You look and see my tears. You listened when I called out, ‘Don’t shut your ears! Get me out of here! Save me! You came close when I called out. You said, ‘It’s going to be all right.’ “You took my side, Master – You brought me back to life!”

6 thoughts on “Prodigal Perils”

  1. This momma of a little Tuck is praying for you and your son ..Praying he will come home. Praying he will turn from the ways of the wicked and repent. We serve a loving, forgiving, SOVEREIGN SAVIOR. Lifting you up friend.


  2. Girl… you know that I can totally relate…. I’m so sorry you’re having to deal with this…. BUT, I want to encourage you, do NOT let the enemy tell you that your PEACE is a bad thing !! You HAVE to “get on” with your own life as a separate person (the absolute hardest thing for me to swallow), knowing that you can’t control his actions or responses anymore. Just continue praying for him when he comes to mind, as I know you do !!! HUGS !!


    1. Thanks for the encouragement. It’s weird how you can feel guilty for being at peace?!? I never thought I’d be saying that. God’s workin tho. So that’s awesome! Again, thank you!!


      1. Thanks Sherrie. It really sux that our kids have to grow up :-(. I miss my little boy who needed me. I’ll be prayin for y’all. Thank you for the encouragement. Most days are good really, but I have my moments 🙂 love ya!


  3. love you Christa, totally understand and share in your pain, experiencing the same situation here with my boy, but GOD IS GOOD! HE DON’T WASTE ANYTHING! We just have to trust Him through it and know that he was God’s child long before he became ours… It doesn’t make it any easier when they call everybody except their momma either, NOT FAIR. your fellow broken hearted momma friend


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