I went to church last night and was able to talk to a mother I hadn't seen in a long time. She expressed her sense of hopelessness for her circumstances recently,such as several deaths in the family and continued trials and struggles with her son. She said for the first time she had lost hope. That haunted me as I tried to sleep last night and I have thought of it many times throughout the day today.
I thought about Psa. 119:74, "May those who fear you rejoice when they see me, for I have put my hope in your word." I remember the times I was tempted to give up hope but God's word always breathed new hope into me as I read it, actually no, devoured it. Used it to get my next breath. I remember Henry Blackaby praying with this broken hearted mother and asking God to help me to never give up! That prayer carried me many nights when I didn't know where our son was. When I didn't know if he was dead or alive, in jail or in a drug house.
I prayed and prayed down on my face at times in intercession for our son. I chose to stand in the gap believing God could and would answer my plea in His timing, in His own way, and for His own purposes. I chose to believe his promise to bring our son home from the enemies camp in Jeremiah 31 and that He would restore what the locust had stripped from us in Joel 2, and that he would change the desolate land into a garden of Eden one day from Ezekiel 36. I urge you not to give up on your child, your life. Don't let Satan oppress you. God is the Victor. He has already won the victory. Hang tight my friend. God has not forgotten you. Your hope is in Him and Him alone.