I’ve been asked frequently what the key was to their recovery.
Everything was critical…the money that needed to be raised, the proper place for treatment found, and so much more…it’s a long list.
After thinking about it for awhile, however, I think the most important factor was that they had an advocate.
Their mother refused to accept the possibility of anything but complete healing for her boys.
She did all the research, fought with all the doctors, and by sheer force of will made it all happen.
She quite literally knew little rest until both were home and well.
There was much help from friends and family, but there was no question who the prime advocate was.
She cared for them more then they even cared for themselves, that they might have the best life possible.
One of the most difficult things about being alone, whether by choice or by loss, is that you usually have no such advocate to lean on.
It is easier in many ways to care for others than for ourselves.
We can grow weary and cease doing for ourselves what is necessary for us to be at our best.
We often long for a strong advocate…
“My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.”
(1 John 2:1 ESV)
parakleœtos :one called or sent for to assist another; an advocate, one who pleads the cause of another, 1 Jn. 2:1; genr. one present to render various beneficial service…
Jesus didn’t just die for your sins and call it a day.
He’s seated at the right hand of the Father making intercession for you…being your advocate.
He is always present, always for you.
He cares for you more than you care for yourself…and the proof of that is the Cross.
My weary friends, His care for you did not end there.
You have an advocate… now and forever, no matter the situation.
He will get us home safely and more well than we can imagine.
Make your own application…