I share with you my own feelings on being strong towards a prodigal child, and you are in my prayers.
My own son (16-years-old) was told to leave our home this past December after came home drunk one Saturday night, then got high and never came home after I told him to. This was not the first time he did this - had to meet him in ER because he was found by the police in October with an alcohol level of .25 during school hours. We did everything we could to try and make him understand that he’s too young to be dealing with these substances, and doesn’t have the right maturity or mind to handle such a responsibility. He has fought my husband and I every step of the way, and tho he has told us time and time again that he wouldn’t do it, he always manages to find a way. I finally had enough, I realized my family has had enough (I’m bipolar and my husband’s a recovering alcoholic) - and so when he didn’t come home, I calmly packed his bags and called him to let him know that he no longer lives in our house.
He’s been living with friends from one side of the county to another. When we presented him with a list of rules that he must adhere to in order to have him come back and live with us, it was met with resistance, he wanted to make unreasonable changes, and did not show us the proper respect in speaking with us…he was scheduled (his bio-father’s idea) to come back home on Monday - we met with him on Saturday, and after seeing that his behavior was not repentant or changed in any significant way, I told him that I could see that he was not ready to come back, and I was not ready to have in back in this state (he still continues to use drugs and drink).
I vowed when I was a single mother that I would not let anything get in the way of being with my children, but when your own flesh and blood exhibits behaviors that can not only send you to the edge, but can be potentially dangerous to his younger siblings in his intoxicated state, I had to decide for keeping my family in tact.
I’ve been praying to God to help him see. His grandparents, aunts and uncles have also been praying for him, along with my pastor. Calling on God has been the greatest source of strength for me and my family for me, and I’ve asked Our Blessed Mother, as a mother herself, to pray for me and my family. It’s been hard, but I know without God’s grace, I would probably be sitting in a mental ward as we speak.
For all mother, fathers, brothers, sisters, and children of prodigal relatives, may God continue to grant you mercy and peace during these trying times.
(Thanks for listening…peace.)