I am heavy hearted today. A year ago my best friend was addicted to crack cocaine, and God miraculously delivered her from it. She has then plunged into life as a Christian, has read the Bible almost all the way through, came to church, and even got up in front of everyone at church to give her testimony a few weeks ago. Her mother has been verbally abusing her and tearing her down these last couple of months (she's obviously not a believer) and she's done well turning the other cheek. Her husband also left her almost a year ago and has no intention of returning. All she's had is me, my family and my mom to help her and guide her.
While I was gone last week, something terrible must have happened, because she went back to the drugs. What upsets me most is that I know she is feeling so guilty and terrible, and I don't want her to think I hate her. No one knew where she was for three days, and this morning my mom called to tell me she was at her house. (she lives next door to my mom) She left a note on her door that she needs to sleep for awhile and will talk later.
I feel like the prodigal son's father- I don't care what you did just come home! I love you no matter what you've done- God delivered you before and He can do it again. We all make mistakes. All day yesterday and last night I've been waiting and praying and expecting the phone to ring. I won't know for sure what happened until later. I just ask for any prayers- I know she wants to live for Jesus and loves Him- I can't imagine what it's like to have been addicted to such a powerful drug. But God is bigger.