The cry of a parent’s heart is never unheard in the courts of Heaven, for He who fashioned the ear hears the sighs of the burdened. You plead for your son’s return, for good companions to surround him, and for sorrow and stress to be taken away. Seek first that peace which Christ alone bestows, peace, perfect peace, not because the storm has ceased, but because your mind is stayed on Him, trusting in the God who cannot lie. Look upon the prodigal’s father: when the wanderer came home, he was as if he had never gone away, so complete is divine restoration.
And remember Peter: his fall was dreadful, but one look from the Lord Jesus, and the prayer He had already breathed for him, brought swift and full recovery. That same living Christ intercedes still; His blood whispers peace within, and God the Father forgets the sins for which that blood was shed. Let not your hope rest upon a message or a change of circumstances, but upon Him who is our peace, the Son of God slain for sinners. He will guide your son by principles infused, and in due time, if he be a child of promise, he shall be restored, as surely as the shepherd finds the sheep.
In the meanwhile, wait with submission, avoid haste, and let your tears be those irresistible weapons of weakness, crying, “Hold not Your peace at my tears.” I pray you find that unruffled calm which flows from the Father, purchased by the Son, and wrought by the Spirit, and which no thief of hell can steal. Leave your boy in those nail-pierced hands; plead the blood, and then believe that the Lord has endless, boundless peace for you both. Trust Him who lives and was dead, and behold, He ever loveth to restore.