I scrambled to find more tissues for my friend while tears poured down her cheeks.
I was also looking for the right words to say.
Words of comfort. Hope. Peace.
Her daughter is in a lot of trouble.
As my friend cried out the details to me, I felt a rush of emotions.
Disbelief. Anger. Fear.
How could this be? What had happened to this sweet little girl? More importantly, how can we help her?
It's every parent's nightmare. You try to do everything right. You pray. You hope. You trust.
And then suddenly the dreams you have for your child are broken. Crushed by their rebellion, their choices, their words of bitterness and hate.
I wished I had the magic answer for my friend. The perfect solution that would simply wipe this all away and give her her daughter back.
But I didn't.
And so all I could do was promise that I would be there with her to walk with her through this. She would not have to face this alone.
And when she didn't feel she could trust, hope or pray any more, I promised that I would for her.
She doesn't have to be strong.
Her Saviour will be that for her.
