The cry of the addict is one of loneliness. It is one of, “Can I ever be loved?”
The addiction visits, masquerading as relief from pain,
Or in stolen moments of pleasure counterfeiting real joy,
But when it is done, the hole is wider, the wounds deeper.
Cries of families echo in my mind in deep frustration.
“We’ve tried everything!”
“We’ve given enough chances, and it’s never worked.”
“I feel so betrayed! Why is this more attractive than I?”
Hearts die, pierced with deep wounds.
Our Savior calls after them all.
“Come unto me, and I will heal you.”
A true advocate, he pleads, “Father, behold the sufferings and death of him who did no sin.”
“Father, spare these my brethren that believe on my name, that they may come unto me and have everlasting life.” (D&C 45:4-5)
And so he continues to call after us saying,
Behold a new heart will I give unto you.
I know he can, and I know he does.
He is a God of miracles.