A couple days ago I was completing my morning scroll through Facebook when I was caught off guard by a post a friend had made–a post that contained a link to my youngest son Lucas’s latest blog. I was surprised. Usually he tells me when he’s getting ready to publish a new blog, and occasionally I’m even treated to a sneak peek. Curious, I clicked on the link and began reading his story, and it soon became apparent that he hadn’t told me about this blog because he hadn’t wanted me to see it–and as you read it you will most likely understand why a son would keep such information hidden from his mother.
His story terrified me.
His story made me sob aloud.
And his story made me so incredibly grateful for the choices he has made and for the young man he has become.
It was painful for me to read his words that morning, and it’s not easy for me to share them now–but I feel the message is too important and too beautiful not to share, and if he had the courage to write these words and publish them for all the world to see, then I feel I should help in that mission. I have posted a link to his blog below, and I ask that you read his story, in his own words, and that you pass it on to everyone you know who might benefit from such wisdom.
And please understand that Lucas did not share his story to garner pity or to encourage sympathetic responses–that’s just not the kind of guy he is. You can spend a moment–just a moment–like I did, agonizing over “what might have been,” but then shove that sadness aside and realize that he is an amazing young man with so much greatness within him and ahead of him. And take with you the real message he is trying to convey–a message of hope and inspiration and victory.