Don't do drugs

So, drugs suck.
This is my considered opinion and the prevailing thought in my mind just now. Though, why a middle-aged Christian homeschool mom should have to so frequently contend with the world of illicit drug use is quite beyond my limited ability to comprehend. Yet, here we are.

My missing son has not yet been found. He has run away from home, as I mentioned in my last post. He is on something of a bender, it seems. His drug use has a frantic pace, fueled by his knowledge that he is facing another stint in jail once he is caught. It looks like he feels as though he has nothing to lose by one last hurrah before he's  picked up by the police. I keep hearing from folks who have seen him, yet I can't get close enough to apprehend him. I'd rather see him in jail than not know where he is....or worse, to have him die from this folly.
It is very consuming, this moment-by-moment wondering where he is. I'm something of an expert when it comes to surveillance of my prodigal, yet my best work has not yielded the desired result. Not yet, anyway. I've been all over facebook, I've been stalking his friends, I've interviewed anyone who will put up with me. But, Don is always a step ahead of me.

Drugs suck.
This boy of mine is a delightful child. Very animated and funny, sensitive and sweet. Smart and amazing. Until he touches intoxicating substances. Then, he is fiercely focused on self annihilation. At the rate he is going, I fear that he will succeed.

My thoughts are scattered, and I am certain that my writing is less than it ought to be. It's more for me than for you, to be honest. I just want to dump the contents of my brain right out here in the open, so as to get it out of my head. Not that it helps much.

Please pray that he is apprehended soon.