My son, was alone when he died.
This fact haunts me.
His friend, “asleep” in the next room, unaware, did not wake up in time help my son. There was no one else around, just the two of them.
With angry, mournful cries, my question stands:
Where was God, when my son died of an overdose?
It had been a self-medicating night of weed, alcohol, and cocaine. Pizza, laughs and companionship, leading to a late night taste of heroin. One high falling to a lull, after the next high falling to a lull, and on it went.
It was not his drug of choice; He told me several times, “I will never do that mom, I am not that stupid.” All I can assume is that he was not in any right-frame-of-mind and therefore did not realize what he was doing; he had no idea that the heroin was laced with fentanyl.
He just bought new sneakers one week before, a prideful accomplishment on his part; he sent me this photo saying, “I got a good deal, mom, $10 bucks off!.” He recently picked out his meal choice for his brother’s upcoming wedding, “beef” of course, we all knew he’d choose that. Earlier that week, he made plans to go to the gym with another brother to get back in shape. Just four days before, he wept with a sober friend, confessing he had relapsed and knew he was in trouble and was afraid. I believe he finally got to the point of realizing for himself that he had a problem and needed help.
My son did not intend for his life to end on that terrible night.
So, where was God when he pulled out the heroin packets? Why didn’t God awaken the friend sooner?
As my son began to lose his capacity to breathe, did he know it? When the oxygen level was cut off, and his heart slowed to a stop, could my son comprehend what was happening? Did he cry out for help, inside? Did God hear him?
Here’s what I believe:
I believe that God was with my son the whole time, weeping over his choices perhaps, but loving him through it all. If comfort and assurance was needed as my son was in that flash-of-a-moment, realizing he was dying… I know that God gave comfort. When faced with stuff too hard to do alone,
“The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:8a.
I often told my son this.
I believe, that God held his heart, til it’s last beat and cradled his soul with his last exhale, hugging him into heaven. God is a God of compassion and of mercy and He knew even more than we, how much my son needed to be rescued. And rescue, God did. My son was rescued from ten years of mental anguish, inner turmoil, two years of addiction, and all the fall out that crippled life for him; he suffers no more.
I often think: what was ahead that God spared him from? … the unseen future that only God sees. Because of His sovereignty, I choose to trust that what God allowed was the best for my son; in this trust, my anger dissipates. Though I still weep mournful tears and my arms ache to wrap my arms around my son, I know that God did not fail him, or me.
Currently my son has no need of sneakers, beef, or the gym; Instead, my son enjoys the fullness of peace with God.
If you wonder where God is in your battle, be assured, He is with you because He never leaves us, or forsakes us.
by Sheryl Holmes
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