Waking in a pool of sweat, with a scream trapped in my throat…where could I go?
Fear so real it stops my heart, freezes my soul…where could I go?
Red account, past due, pink slip as the wrecker takes my car…where could I go?
Voices raising, conflict, strife, all adulation gone….where could I go?
Door slams, drawers emptied, closets vacated…where could I go?
Vehicle crossing center lane with me in it’s sights…where could I go?
Monitors beeping, nurses shouting end of a life…where could I go?
Inspired by the old hymn “Where Could I Go”
Our Pastor preached on the Prodigal Son last night and it got me thinking. He spoke about when we have loved ones around falling apart around us, losing everthing. He prodded us to love them during this time; not sit back and wonder if this will be the rock bottom we think they need. During the time of their tears of regret and remorse is not the time to judge them on if they’re feelings are for real this time. It is a time for us to embrace them like the prodigal son’s father did with open arms.
Do you know anyone in this situation right now? How can you help them? What would God want you to do for them?
Have you ever been here in the midst of losing everything? Who helped you? What was the road like back to restoration? I know my road was a long one, but full of God’s blessings and solid friendships made along the way.