Season of the Lost Boys

    A dear friend who was my kids' writing/English teacher, is downsizing decades of student papers. At the coffee shop where we usually meet, she recently gave me a couple papers Britten and Will wrote while in her class. I don't know where they got their strange sense of humor😉 Since she seldom gets to town anymore, this time she mailed a letter, it was my own, a letter I wrote her in 2008 that she said blesses her when she reads it. And the look back on the "lost boys" season of my life blesses me. 

 

Dear Cinda, 

 

    I am in Springfield, IL with my husband, who is working here temporarily. One of my goals is to do some writing projects I have been putting off. One of those projects is this letter to you. I appreciate so much that you continue to ask about and pray for, Tracy. I wanted you to know how God is using him even in this time of doubt.

   Tracy has always had an empathetic heart for people, and a gentleness that makes them feel safe with him. As Trace drifted into the tattooed, pierced, smoking crowd, we began to meet, through Tracy, many of these "lost boys". I knew they were out there, teens whose parents kicked them out or gave up on them out of laziness or indifference. I had wanted to do something for these kids who huddled together like puppies in a box trying to stay warm. Through Tracy, I was able to.

   Our first "spare son" was Andy K., who had lots of family in Kalispell, but none who wanted him. Tracy asked if Andy could live with us, we reluctantly agreed. Andy was the first of eight young men who have lived with us from 2-18 months, although not more than three "spares" have lived with us at one time. Living at our house comes with rules and parents, so the partiers generally aren't willing to stay even for the cheap rent and good food. My job is to feed them and make them hungry, to act as the mother they never had, and to give them an appetite for spiritual things. I have had more opportunities to share my testimony in the past two years than in the 20 years previous. It is a seed planting ministry, I don't know when the fruit will come, but I am so blessed to be a part of what God is doing. One of the young men is as much a son to me as any of the children God gave me. Through Lance, I learned a little of what the supernatural love of God is like. Another has become my son in the faith and is blossoming like a flower despite being in jail. He was Lance's cellmate.

   It is wonderful to know that, in spite of Tracy's disobedience (and mine), God can meet us, and use us, right where we are. I hope this is an encouragement to you. Thanks for your prayers,

 

                                                                                           Connie 

 

   Since the last of the lost boys left, I have heard from only one of them. He is doing well, making a good life for himself in spite of his very broken family. When the season of the spare sons ended, the Lord asked me if I could love them like He does, for years at a time, without getting anything in return. I told Him yes. Nearly 18 years later, I am still saying yes, content in the knowledge that not one of them are lost to God.