My child held so much potential. He excelled in school with a grade point average far above his classmates. Athleticism oozed from his muscular body. Musically, he was spoken of as a child prodigy. My mother’s heart held those dreams for my child.
But somewhere, somehow, he strayed off the track of success. My child started smoking cigarettes and graduated to inhaling marijuana fumes. His surpassing academics slid first to lethargy, then to failure. Apathy replaced athletics. Musical interest migrated to indifference. He went from the top to the bottom of life.
My child’s decline into the basement of my hopes grips my heart with dread. My own obsessive ride from pride to disbelief and from disbelief into depression feels like a free fall off a cliff. When will my child stop going downhill? Where will the elevator of my emotional upheaval land?
Yet I recall the potential of my child’s life. I feel hope begin to rise up in me. My faith surges upwards as I recall, “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord. ‘They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope’” (Jeremiah 29:11, NLT). The depression begins to lift and I press on toward God. My hope for my child lies at the top with Him.
And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.—Romans 5:5
Father, hope will not disappoint my child and me because You have poured out Your love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit. Give my child the Holy Spirit, whom You have a desire to give to each of us. I wait in hope and expectation of Your work in their life. In Jesus’s name. Amen.