Just keep going . . .

I will probably always, at times, see my son as a joyful smiling baby, a curious and adventurous toddler, the grade-schooler who couldn't learn fast enough, the awkward tween trying to find his niche and the troubled high school kid who just wanted to be accepted and loved.

It is too hard for me to see him as the incarcerated adult who made one really bad decision on one single day of his 30 years of life. Not that that was his only bad choice; just the one that sent him to prison. The other choices (drugs, alcohol) sent him into the situation that left him vulnerable to arrest.

I vacillate daily between sadness, anger, disappointment, fear, hope, discouragement and anguish. My shoulders have more knots than Clifford Ashley's Book of Knots. (google it) I believe it will take the remainder of my life to undo them all. Yet, by the grace of God, go I.

What other choice do I have? One foot in front of the other - every. single. day.


Offering my prayers for all of you going through this same suffering. May His peace and comfort find you along the way. You are in my heart. <3

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  • Amen Jodi, i could not do this without God. I too see my sweet son growing up, he was a very sweet child. Hard to believe how he has messed up his life because of addiction. He is now 36 and serving 12+ years in federal. Prayers and hugs
  • By the grace of God go i, so true . He keeps me breathing
  • And that is what we do. We smile in public, we cry behind closed doors, and we walk one tiny step at a time. Wondering when will this journey end. My faith in God has carried me through, and hope you will find he carries you. Hang in there.
  • You said what is in my heart today Jodi...thank you.
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