General Discussion & Chat: She's about to...58, Spring is almost here!, 0 by joeswife

joeswife wrote:
While you all sleep, I sit here and ramble. I witnessed to my son Sunday before last. He was talking suicide and depression and crap like that, it angered me to hear it and I smacked him on the head when he wouldn't look at me when I was talking to him. He hollered like a baby that it hurt. I said "Good, I have your attention then.." He will be 35 in September. He is single with a cat. He lost a good paying job with benefits when he got UA'd on a random check and tested positive for cannibis THC. He is a home owner and has been working a bone and back breaking job, plus living on a third less income since then. I told him if he wants to change his life, he has to either turn right or turn left, take another path, go thru an open door and maybe then he would find his way out of his plight. I asked him to pray every morning when he wakes up, "Thank You ,Lord, for this day" instead of Oh God what is going to F*&K my day up today. I told him he had to text me a fresh prayer every morning. He did. I saved them all. Monday, this week, I called him and asked him where my prayer was. I would always read it and text back Amen. He didn't give me an answer, but the rest of the week he prayed by text. I held his hand and prayed aloud when that Sunday happened, and asked God to clean out my son's ears, so that he can hear Him. I didn't pray for anything to improve any of our lives or for material things that day with him. When he ended my prayer with "Dear Lord, Please send my tax money Monday," I laffed and told him God isn't a Fairy GodFather. God does answer prayers, but sometimes the answers we get are not what we were hoping for. I also told my son that if he wants his life to change, he is going to have to stop doing something to make it change. For what it is worth, He is a good kid. His Birth Dad committed suicide when he was 1 year old. In front of us. Joe was a neighbor down the street. Joe was the Guardian Angel sent to watch over us after that. He has raised Charlie all these years as his own son.
I am glad I am joeswife.