DRUGS, THEY LURK
Something was different when I walked up to her last night. Her habit had been to spring off her porch and embrace me. I watched as she stayed still staring down at her worn shoes. I called her name. She slowly got up and walked down the stairs keeping her eyes averted.
Alarm bells went off in my spirit. I asked God, “What am I seeing?” It felt like a fog was resting around my eyes causing blur. I thought about a camera lens that needed to be re-focused.
You see, I had walked up with expectation. I was sure I would see who I had always seen. My heart was not prepped in prayer and the enemy had gained ground while I was watching.
I reached out my arms and embraced her in a hug. She smiled.
It was then I saw it. Drugs.
Her teeth had started to fall out which means that I had missed the addiction. Behind her sweet smiles, and joyful demeanor was oppression, addiction, and sorrow. She couldn’t hide anymore. Sin was causing decay.
It was my turn to be still. The shock started to sink in and grief crept into my limbs. This sweet woman. Why?! Why her? No! I was asking questions when I already knew the answer. Aching thoughts raged in my heart.
I reached my hand out and touched her arm.
It was then that the lurking demons of addiction began to cower in the presence of Jesus. Her furrowed brow looked heavy and her sweet eyes were broken.
She had been my "diamond in the rough." The kind face in the sea of poverty.
“I love you, always have.” I said quietly.
She looked at me, “I know. I love you too.”
Where is the way out? Where is the point when addiction loses its power and restoration takes over? Oh, the suffering! I prayed. I loaded up her children and headed to church.
I watched her get smaller in the rear-view mirror. Jesus spoke to me with a verse, “I have come to seek and save that which was lost.” I realized that addiction will only break for my sweet friend if she moves toward Jesus. Then the addiction will become smaller in the rear-view mirror as the grace of Jesus overcomes. Church, we are a part of that.
This is the harvest field that we have been called to labor over. Oh, my sweet Tacoma. I ache for your redemption.
Ephesians 1:7, "In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace."