What a Waste

My cousin’s 24 year old son died of a heroin overdose this past week. He was a troubled sole.

Phil had had issues since his teenage years. While I did not know him very well- not very well at all, it makes me sad, that this young life ended so soon, and really by choice.

I was talking to my aunt this weekend, his grandmother, and she just does not have any answers. He had been in and out of rehab, in and out of counseling. It really became his call, when he decided to go. Phil loved his family, but he did not love himself. Again I feel so sad.

In thinking about this over the past few days, the following message came screaming through my fog.

Psalm 119:50 “My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life.”

This passage is not about my suffering, but the suffering of my cousin, and of Phillip. Catherine feels a great deal of guilt, pain and torment. I hope she will find comfort in the promise.

Jesus was waiting for him. He took his hand and told him he was safe, there was a spot for him.

I hope his torment is now over.

God Bless you Phil.

Maureen Herzog

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