Heartsick...

there are people in our lives that weasle their way into our hearts. when something sad or challenging comes their way, our own hearts feel it in such a powerful way.

several years ago, my family had an exchange student. in the time he was here, he became like a little brother to me. what a special guy! however, it soon became clear that this was a guy who had no idea who he was...the man god had in mind for him to be. a wounded heart often has no clue of the wonderous identity and destiny...hope...that could be.

so, i've always prayed for him, hoped for him...kept him near in my heart.

well, i got some horribly sad news last week that he is not doing well. i mean really and sadly struggling. lost, lost, lost.

oh man, my heart is just broken for him.

unfortunately, further communication with family indicates that even though he's in a desperate place...he's not lost enough to return yet.

i'm so heartsick...i can't even describe it.

i wish there were more people who knew about drugs/alcohol and all the stuff that goes along with that prison for the heart. someone who knows how free the heart can be...what healing there is. someone who could speak to this guy's heart the way a man can. HA!...and one that'd get on a plane with me right now! i need someone like that...

but alas...why is it that my plans seem a little outlandish and...expensive?

so, i'm in that restless place of "having" to pray...*sigh*. i know in reality that's the best place to be for him...fight for him! why does it feel so small though??? probably just satan...

so, i'd get on a plane myself if i could...but...in the meantime, if anyone can, could you please pray for my little lost brother? he needs to find peace...and stop running.