Never take being able to
hug your kids for granted. At this
moment, I have two sons that I desperately wish I could throw my arms around.
I won’t be able to hug
Matt again until I get to Heaven, and I long for that day. It has already been five years since I
embraced my oldest child, and this loss cuts to my soul.
Now I have another son
that I can’t hug. Nick was taken back to
jail tonight. It was his own fault; he
deserved to go. But as his mom, this is
painful. When I see any of my kids being
hurt from their bad choices, I share their pain and bear some of their
guilt. A mother’s natural instinct is to
hold her child and make all the bad things go away, although sometimes we fail
miserably at that.
My heart breaks for my
son. Besides the fact that he is reaping
very unpleasant consequences, we had plans to go see his son in just three more
days.
The next time I see Nick,
there will be thick, bulletproof glass between us, and no opportunity to hug. I can only hope that these events will lead
him back into God’s arms, which are always open and available anywhere, even in
a jail cell. I pray that the truth will
make him free – truly free.
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