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 Category:  Biographical Non-Fiction
  Posted: December 12, 2019      Views: 82

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I live in the near north Ontario, Canada, with my husband of over 40 years. I am a retired nurse, mother of four and grandmother of eight. Writing is my passion. We have an old fieldstone house near a beautiful lake in a smallish village. We believe - more...

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Our family felt torn apart.
"The Best Christmas Ever." by lauralumummu

In 1997, our 21-year-old son left home for eleven long years. We have four children and were a very close happy family. Every Sunday, we had a special family dinner. Everyone tried their best to make it. Sometimes our extended family also came. We had a simple faith and brought our children up to believe in the bible and to expect answers to prayer. We always had a great family Christmas and celebrated all the other holidays. 

Buddy is our second oldest. He was very close to me as a child and wrote gospel songs for me and notes of encouragement. Later, he became a very rebellious teenager. He joined a gang and became involved with drugs. At first, I couldn't believe it, I was shocked.

We prayed and prayed he would straighten out, and amazingly enough, he did. He felt a lot of remorse, but our simple faith didn't seem enough for him. He ended up getting involved with a cult-like group, changing his name and joining a monastery in Arizona.

We were devastated. It felt like he had died.
People would ask me why I seemed so sad. When I explained the situation, they looked at me, as if they had just heard something from the front page of the National Enquirer.

He was gone so long, that most thought he would never come back. I had faith that he would. I often said out loud: He (God) will bring my son from the far country.

Occasionally, he would send us long ranting letters and sometimes he called but it was the voice of a stranger.
My husband was grieving too and couldn't cope with me talking about Buddy all the time, so I felt very alone.

One day I was so sad and broken-hearted that I cried as I drove to a McDonald's parking lot and just called out to God in all my misery. Shortly, I heard the song in my spirit, "His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me." Just then, a sparrow flew over and landed on the hood of my car and looked at me. I felt the presence of God and immediately I knew I wasn't alone.

I started writing journals to Buddy, so he would know all the things he missed. My Dad died, my husband's mother died, and time moved on.
In the summer of 2008, my husband and I decided, even if they wouldn't let us see him at the monastery, we needed to go. As soon as we had made that decision, Buddy called us and said: " Mom, I'm coming home." After 11 long years, our prayers were finally answered.
Even though he had been gone so long and there had been many changes, it was as if he had never left.

What a joyous reunion!

2008 was the best Christmas of my life. All of our immediate family and extended family came to our home for Christmas.
Now Buddy lives close by with his wife and 3 children.

Never give up, miracles do happen!


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Our son Buddy left our family for eleven long difficult years. He was in a Monastery where he was closed off from normal society, they had very strict rules and punishments and he has had a long road to cope with all that he missed and to live a normal life. He is doing great now and goes by Buddy which is what we always called him. Ps, the photo, Our four children Michael, kelly, Buddy (in White) me and Kristy my husband Andy.
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