Fear. Nothing new to me.
Faith. Nothing new to me either.

It’s distinguishing them is the trick sometimes. Thankfully, I am full aware of the feelings both bring. Fear brings chaos within me and faith is peaceful. I try to rein in those when I have a decision to make or situation before me. Easy enough, it seems.
Today, I had read about a pastor that committed suicide and the focus was on the anti-depressant drugs. How sad. Then my mind went to my son who was prescribed anti-depressant medication this past month. He is doing great so I have faith that this was a good turnaround for him but then reading this post, fear immediately went into action.
I also thought of a friend and her husband committed suicide and there, too, there was anti-depressant medication involved. My head was swirling with fear and questions and unable to do a thing, as my son is of age to make his own decisions.
Oh how I miss the Tonka truck days and dirt tracked in the house, a house full of their friends and feeling like a short-order cook. I have no control. I have no say.
I do know he is doing better and it has been great to have my happy, talkative son again. I missed him. I do believe medication is good and in his case, a definite. It’s the ‘what if’ questions and fear that I have to fight against in my own life for him. The meds are helping (faith) but what if he contemplates suicide from them (fear).
Working through my fears and thoughts as I am mopping the floor feeling stressed, it was when I prayed. Lord, I have no control. You know all about my son, you have your hand upon him and always have had. You know his counselor and the doctor prescribing this drug to him Please protect him. I have to give him to You yet again. Peace came.
How many mothers (parents) deal with this or similar all the time, day after day? I have to trust and put my faith in the Lord. I have to basically do the same with my son, as he is grown. He has to make choices and hopefully wise decisions. 
What I can do is continue to pray for and encourage my son, which I do.

Perhaps you have dealt with the same or similar, and still. It’s not easy. Perhaps you have dealt with or know someone that suicide took a life. Devastating. All I know is to trust the Lord and in that, too, anger might be present. It’s normal. Perhaps not what you wanted or expected with your child’s life or whatever situation you may be facing.
Many years ago, I had a situation, and I was angry and with God. It was when I confessed and screamed that out to Him, while I thought it was crude, I also grew in my faith. Seriously, He knows we or that I was angry anyway, so I might as well confess it. Life can give us some hurdles but it is trusting Him through them.
Being a parent is not always an easy task, no matter what age but it is the most rewarding.

It was about a week ago, as I spoke with my counselor, it got a little deeper in our session than normal. Still, we are becoming familiar with one another and I like that but digging deep gets to the rich soil that is there. Plowing up some old hurts and present issues to bring healing and the joy of blooming where you are, where I am.
I know this all sounds so flowery. Not in the beginning though because there is dirt and lots of it to contend with in life. The big, bad and ugly parts that are buried. You know how it goes, the seed is dropped in the dirt, watering and sprouts begin to develop and soon the stems with flower buds and flowers. Season after season, this can happen. Just as in life, we go through seasons.
in the dirt, plowed and plowed to get me ready for seed and growth. It was not a small undertaking by her at all, it was orchestrated by God. He knew I needed her when I did and allowed us to work together for all of those years.
experiencing a bud now and then, as I look forward to blooming and the flower burst into beauty.
I stand at the door and knock. Awaiting for my son to open it as this mother was concerned. I was not leaving until he opened the door and planning to camp out, if need be. As my patience grew weak and my anger grew in intensity, I found the peace and just prayed. I had to pray that I did not lash out words of anger but of love and encouragement. How can he allow his mother to stand somewhat patiently in the hallway of his apartment building while finishing up a video game? My mind went to the disrespect and anger, which followed easily enough. While I am patient, I understand that ‘in the middle of a game’ with guys it is crucial. I have had too many boys hang out in my home over the years to know different so I patiently and impatiently waited. Still, feeling that bit of frustration. I was determined to not leave and he knew it. A surprise visit, an hour away from home does not happen often but when it does, you best be ready to open the door. Mama is here! I knew something was not right.
How can I stay frustrated though when the door is unlocked, opened and I see his 6’3″ frame before me and not love and hug him tight with tears? He is mine! No matter how tall, how old, how aggravated my inside was experiencing, he will always be mine. My child.
blanks. Yes, he is like me, I was and am his mother and while I have made mistakes, I was and am also a great mother. So turning those lies into positive and to get the enemy off my back and out of my mind is what I did and do often. Lies and fear must go.
My present counselor mentioned the other day that he was reminded of me while reading the Bible and various writings that all seemed to relate. I had told him of my surprise visit to my son’s apartment, standing at the door knocking. The verse, “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.” He knew of my love for my son and the concern I had plus my determination of not leaving him until I knew he was okay. I loved that my counselor told me that and how this reminded him of me doing the same, I stand at the door and knock.