imageMy brother has been in rehab for 6 months now. It’s a 12-month program. He’s half way there. We have been through so much with him and his addiction and for my parents, especially, it’s been a long 14 years. But he is doing so well–consistently, faithfully, humbly. So this post is to brag on him. Chris, you got this! We get knocked down but we get back up again. We fall, but we rise. We get addicted, but we get set free. Until God takes our breath away, there is ALWAYS a reason to keep going. I’m proud of you. You are my Comeback hero.


Since this post, my baby brother Chris dropped out of rehab. He’s been on the streets somewhere in South Florida. We can’t find him. I haven’t heard from him, since last week when he called me desperate for money. Tomorrow, I will file my first missing-persons report. I don’t know what to say. Frankly, I don’t know what to pray. But if the addictive world is a world you understand, will you please pray for my brother? Thank you.

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