My dear uncle has struggled with addiction to drugs and alcohol almost all of his life. It has been a challenge to watch him go in and out of his addictions, and numerous near death experiences. In the last few years, my faith has grown weak. It's like I get tired of feeling hopeful for his recovery only to find him fall again. It's hard to watch someone you care about be captive to such destruction. My mom's faith has remained strong for her brother. Though this last time my uncle slipped, my mom decided to trust God and to release her hands on this situation. That she was not the one who could control this. No matter how much she offered help, which was all in love, ultimately she realized she needed to trust God's plan. And as hard as it was, she did. Abandoning desire to show my uncle the way for healing and recovery, and also all desire to know the outcome. She let it go. and wow! We received an amazing phone call from a friend of ours this afternoon, we still don't know what lies ahead, but we did get a glimpse of God at work here. Which strengthens our hope and trust of the One who is really in control.
This is what my mom wrote:
Remember when I told you that I last saw my brother Glenn on January 24... He was looking very broken, drinking again, and with a heavy heart, I released him... I told him I loved him, that he must love himself enough... he belongs to God and I am stepping off to the sidelines.
that I would continue to pray for him but that I was not going to see him. To call me from rehab if he chooses that.
I wanted so badly to take my friend, Jon's card to him.. Jon is a drug and alcholol councilor at St. Vincent de Paul's center. I kept thinking... if only he could get from El Cajon to downtown and talk to Jon he would be ok.
I resisited involving myself in Glenn's life even to that extent. No more would I interfer with whatever he was going to do with his life except that I continued to pray along with many other's who have joined me in that prayer.
It was up to he and God now.
I finally got that Glenn must be the one to make every move.
So I did not see him again to tell him about Jon.
I knew he would not have anywhere to live after Jan 31... and I whispered prayers throughout the rainy days that followed.
I have not heard anything since I saw him Jan 24th.
But I have had a true peace and a knowing that he is not alone... that God is with him whereever he is.
Today... my friend Jon called...
He just told me that he stepped out of his building downtown and saw a client of his across the way. The man next to him looked familiar. Jon called out "Glenn!" and he answered, "JON!"
Jon told me he looked like a million bucks and not a drop of alcholol on him.
Jon is going to meet with him tomorrow and try to get him in at St. Vincent's...
Glenn was so broken the last time I saw him he could barely walk... How did he ever make it from El Cajon to downtown? How did he ever make it to St. Vincent's... of all the places he could have gone in this city ... How did he ever make it to find Jon in all of that?
Once again, I am humbled by the power of God and what can happen when I step aside, allow Him to work and rest in faith and love.
That is all Know for now.. that is enough!