Where are you mamma? I looked around at all of the people gathered in the house. I had just returned from another night of partying to find that a big change had taken place.

My mother was always there waiting for me. As soon as she'd hear the door open she'd come running. Sometimes she was already in bed, but she would get out of bed to make sure it was me coming home. I'd see her eyes. They were weary from worry, but always had that anxious look of relief when she'd see me. As many times as I had let her down, and had broken her heart, she was always thankful when I returned safe. She was always there to wake me for my appointments. She was always there to pray for me. She had always made sure I had a lunch packed or she would find a way to make sure I had money for lunch. In other words, she was tirelessly and selflessly doing all of these kind things for me while I was stepping all over her heart.

You see, I was born and raised in a Christian home with two loving parents. I was actually a member of the church until I got in with the wrong crowd. I begin to dabble in drugs. (I was like a lot of young people in the church. I was baptized at a young age, and I was on the membership rolls, but had never been "born again".)

Marijuana was the easiest drug to get, so I started with that. It helped me slip away from myself. I wasn't really happy, but I didn't know how to find that happiness. Then a "friend" offered me some meth. Methamphetamine is a very adictive drug and has many street names such as "meth", "crystal", "ice", "tina", "p", and "glass". Many hooked on crystal methamphetamine never come back.

I ended up hooked on meth, and using weed to come down so I could sleep. I was slipping away from the world. I stopped caring about everything. My family, my finances, and my own well-being were no longer important. I was forgotten, and my only concern was where I would get my next fix.

I later came back to my Christ, the church, and forgiveness and peace, but not before that fateful day.

Where are you mamma? Where is she? Everyone looked so solemn. And then the answer that shook my whole world to the very foundation. She's gone.

Noooooooooooooooooo! I left, I ran, the door slamming behind me. I couldn't take it. I felt so all alone, and I was. Mamma, oh mamma! I'm sorry for the way I treated you. Mamma, can you hear me? I'm sorry!

The Lord Jesus Christ has delivered me from drugs and now I am complete in Him. I know that there is rejoicing in Heaven over one sinner that repents. I know God has forgiven me.

Does mom know that I have become the Christian she had been praying for? Do you know the old hymn, "Tell Mother I'll Be There"? Well, please Lord, tell mother I'll be there! One day I will give her a big kiss and we will rejoice together for eternity.

Signed: I once was lost, but now am found