I've loved her for years. I've stood by her blow after blow. For her, I've been a lighthouse, a small light to search out in the darkness.
I got a call the other day. It was bad news.
For some, addiction is a terminal illness. With ups and downs. With heartache. With hope. With small victories and moments of beautiful clarity. Then, the disease comes and ravages on. Darkness darker than dark. And even the lighthouse is helpless against the storm.
She's taught me more about the heart of God then perhaps anyone I know. She taught me grace. She opened my eyes to the meaning in the parables. She challenged my faith.
God loves her fiercely.
Through her,
God taught me what love truly looks like.
She calls me mom.
I call her baby.
Right now, she is beyond my reach. But she is not beyond God's love.
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