Well, we haven't heard from our son, Josh, in two months. I called the Pheonix police, yet again, and filed a missing person report the other day and prayed that someone would come across him. Today, my husband got a phone call from an officer, stating that Josh had been seen last night after he had shoplifted at a convenience store he likes to hang out at. He was not arrested. The officer who talked with him offered to get him help and encouraged him to get help, but like every time before, Josh refused.
Okay, so one answer to prayer: We at least know he's alive still. I just don't understand why someone would prefer to live the way he is living, rather than coming home to a comfortable house, plenty of food, and people who care about you. He prefers his life, the way it is, over being with us.
The officer who cited him did encourage him to get in touch with us and I think he let him know we were looking for him. So now we continue to wait and hope and pray that he will contact us again and that one day he will grow weary of his life as it is and want to come home. It makes me sick to think of how he is living. I have to be careful not to let my mind dwell on images of what I imagine in my mind.
Thanks for "listening."
Okay, so one answer to prayer: We at least know he's alive still. I just don't understand why someone would prefer to live the way he is living, rather than coming home to a comfortable house, plenty of food, and people who care about you. He prefers his life, the way it is, over being with us.
The officer who cited him did encourage him to get in touch with us and I think he let him know we were looking for him. So now we continue to wait and hope and pray that he will contact us again and that one day he will grow weary of his life as it is and want to come home. It makes me sick to think of how he is living. I have to be careful not to let my mind dwell on images of what I imagine in my mind.
Thanks for "listening."