tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456630.post2688788099642585859..comments2023-10-31T07:44:15.922-05:00Comments on Partners in Prayer for our Prodigals: Diane Vierehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02859925247520578754noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456630.post-11870802937717331062007-06-13T22:14:00.000-05:002007-06-13T22:14:00.000-05:00Hey my friend. I need to get over here more often....Hey my friend. I need to get over here more often. It's been so hectic with all the health issues, tests, and open heart surgery. I've missed you and your blog. Such encouragement and wise, wise words. I appreciate your heart as a mother and your trust in the Lord. <BR/><BR/>I have a confession to make. Sometimes I get sick of hearing friends rattle off about their kids' spiritual activities, relationship with the Lord, etc. I can understand their love and pride. What a blessing to have your children walking with the Lord! But sometimes--not always---it feels like rubbing salt in my wounds. This, I know, is something I need to pray and release to God. It's been my experience that when other parents have children that are doing well, they can't always sense the heartbreak of other parents (if they haven't been through it). And so many, like myself, have suffered silently and unsupported. Last time I shared with a friend my concerns, she flat told me to stop worrying about it. They're grown, she said. Let it go. All I needed was a compassionate ear and someone to pray with me.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08601718675860240867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456630.post-81283621121461330552007-06-12T18:15:00.000-05:002007-06-12T18:15:00.000-05:00I recognized myself in some of these symptoms, eve...I recognized myself in some of these symptoms, even though I do not have a prodigal. I do deal with depression, and the urge to run fast and far from my problems. As always, you are in my prayers, my wonderful friend.C. H. Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456630.post-56123109748743417092007-06-12T09:24:00.000-05:002007-06-12T09:24:00.000-05:00All I can say that finding strength in the Lord, d...All I can say that finding strength in the Lord, drawing near to him, reaching out to those in our lives we trust even when our first reaction is to run. Those things help when depressed. But what I find works best is those who love you who pray when you have no strength to do so yourself.Nadinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01480908026387066960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456630.post-44376378422342266602007-06-12T06:53:00.000-05:002007-06-12T06:53:00.000-05:00We felt (and still feel) such shame when folks app...We felt (and still feel) such shame when folks approach and ask us to mentor them in parenting because we have such awesome kids. Ouch!groovyoldladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07971936982658984234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22456630.post-3323087857614166342007-06-12T06:30:00.000-05:002007-06-12T06:30:00.000-05:00The isolation was one of the worst things. My mom...The isolation was one of the worst things. My mom said to me once, "I know something is very wrong. If you can't talk to me, you HAVE to talk to someone." I knew it was true. And I was talking to someone - at work, another prodigal's mom, a Christian, but one who didn't "judge" me - as I thought family and church friends would, I guess. I was as guilty as Kev was of thinking they would. When we finally did share, when he went to Teen Challenge, it lifted such a burden. I didn't give anybody enough credit. We suffered in silence for so many years when we could have been prayed for much more than we were. We would request prayer in general terms, and people knew we were in pain. They just had no idea how much or why.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14938607712512860569noreply@blogger.com