Put Your Armor On!!

He was around 27 when he picked up the phone to call his Christian mom. She answered always in a cheerful voice "Pizon!!". It's an inside joke of ours. I have to tell you something mom, but before I do I need you to put your armor on. I had walked away from the church years ago but my mom never did. I mean she wasn't perfect, but she still believed. I asked her if she was ready and she said, "give me a moment". There's no doubt in my mind what she was doing. I'm sure she was praying hard because she knew I would never ask her to do that unless it was pretty serious. Finally, she said "I'm ready son". Mom, I hate having to tell you this, but I've been hooked on methadone for over two years. Silence. Then she says in her ever loving tone "Son, we'll get help and you'll be off of this and I am going to be with you every step of the way!". She had such resolve and she sounded peaceful, sort of excited yet also scared. She had already lost three relatives to this drug so she read up on it and knew what we were in for. I found this rehab place...she found her charge card and while I'm waiting to be admitted, she's rubbing my knees and legs because the withdrawals felt like nails clawing at my muscles. The doctor comes over and says "the first thing we do is hook you up to an IV full of Amino Acids, nutrients and vitamins.". Mom asks if she can be hooked up to and for a small price, she was. We sat in recliners side by side, them putting the needle in my arm and me watching them put the needle in her arm. Hard to believe this was six years ago. But, it worked. And I don't know what "it" I mean. A part of me wants to say the treatment worked; another part wants me to say my moms love worked; but there is this part where I did see God, and maybe...yet, I still don't want to say it was Him. My mom believes enough for both of us. The End. My son is a published writer and I've read his rendition of this period of his life a few times. This is my rendition. I just love my son and thank God every day for his life. His life is full!! When he was in that rehab and I finally got to see him after 10 days of no contact, we walked around a few blocks and he said to me "I see God everywhere". I hold on to that. I know what healed him. He belongs to the Lord whether he is on the Prodical Son tour or not. He belongs to God and I'm thankful because the Lord told me to let that go. This is therapy for me...a release of this past incident that worked out so wonderfully. I know God did it. I'll never forget the day my son asked me to "put my Armor on".