It is hard to comprehend that our 18 year old son Sam died earlier this year. I miss him very much, and of course I spend much time wondering what I might have done differently and if the end results would be any different.
I can't understand why he had to be one of the statistics in the opioid crisis, while many others would find help and eventually live productive lives. Why did God's plans not line up with our prayers and best efforts to intervene in Sam's destructive behaviors?
I don't know, but somehow, by God's grace, I still love and trust Him!
