The power of faith, of prayer…………… This topic is one so
personal and messy for me. I have a
strong love/hate relationship with my faith.
I always have. It’s my classic
passive / aggressive reaction to a strongly emotional topic.
Faith is like that.
It is emotion. It is inextricably
tied to everything without a tangible link or presence of its own.
When I hear stories about the miracles played out in the
lives of others, I want to rage at the unfairness of it and delight in the
magic of it all at one time. Today, I am
pleading for a miracle for Kaitlyn. She
needs one. I would sacrifice my future,
my life even, to grant her a miracle of recovery.
In the last year, I cannot discern what part of her struggle
is from her mental illness and which part is from her drug addiction. They are inextricably linked. I just want to put my arms around her and
make it all go away.
Sadly, there is no happy pill, no instant fix, no cure that
comes easily. Recovery and healing will
take a lot of hard work…………..and it’s the type of work that even mature adults
struggle with. I cannot imagine being 18
and having no perspective of tomorrow.
Kaitlyn cannot deal with future.
All she can do is react to the immediate need.
I have always been the exact opposite. I cannot deal with immediacy without having
some sense of a future outcome better than where I am. I need a roadmap, a plan. Ok, I’ll say it, I need a happily ever after.
I want Kaitlyn to go to rehab. As I listen to success stories on KLove, I want to physically drag her to Teen Challenge. I want recovery. I want to call into the show and tell them my 10 seconds of good that is Kaitlyn's recovery and healing. I desperately love my daughter.
I want Kaitlyn to go to rehab. As I listen to success stories on KLove, I want to physically drag her to Teen Challenge. I want recovery. I want to call into the show and tell them my 10 seconds of good that is Kaitlyn's recovery and healing. I desperately love my daughter.
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