When God Ran

I knew I'd blog about my brother this week. I hope you don't mind that I said Wednesday and am not blogging til today--Thursday. You see I was busy working on my memoir yesterday. Today is the 13th anniversary of my brother's passing. It was a very difficult time for Mom. She'd prayed earnestly for her wayward son. (Paul became an alcoholic when our father died in 1982.) Mom told me once that Proverbs 3:5-6 was her life verse: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." (NIV) She prayed all those years that God would put Paul on the straight path. It's clear she didn't expect her prayer to be answered the way it was. She was in denial of her son's death for about 4 years. I didn't realize it. I just knew we never talked about my brother. I was very quick to realize that God had put Paul in the ultimate rehab program. Sure I miss him and at times I wish he could be here telling you his story of redemption but that was not God's solution to my brother's exerise of free will fueled by the devil's deceit. I don't know how straight they are but Paul now walks on streets of Gold all because a mother prayed for 15 years. And finally a prodigal made his way home.