Prisoner of Hope

By Lizzie Bernardino

I accidentally met an old friend whom I have not seen for many years. I believed our meeting is predestined to hear her amazing story of bondage, defeat, pain and hope

“My son has been in bondage of drug addictions for the last two decades. I do not see any hope of him getting better.” She quietly sobs as tears runs her cheeks while she told me of her only son’s predicament. “He has been in and out of rehabilitation, intensive counseling and treatment. He was involved with the wrong crowd in his early teens, and since then his addiction escalated from smoking pot to restricted drugs and alcohol.”

“Addiction is contagious.” She continued as I quietly listened. “It does not only imprisoned my son but as well as the those who loves him. Our whole family is devastated especially his children, who have seen the abuse and suffering of their parents. My son was financially ruined for lack of steady job because of his addictions. The trust that were repeatedly betrayed for failing to keep his promises of no more drugs and alcohol were gone.”

“How can you bear seeing your child slowly destroying his life? How can you pull him out from the deep stronghold of prohibited drugs and alcohol? Where did I go wrong? What is it that I failed to do? I keep blaming myself and sunk into deep depression.”

“My whole family is now in bondage; him with drugs and alcohol, while the rest of us is in bondage of fear, helplessness and guilt. I felt I am personally responsible for his hopeless situation. I blamed my husband for not being able to control and guide our son. I feel sorry for his wife, for the sacrifices she has to make, and for working so hard to make both ends meet just to feed her family. And most of all I felt sorry for myself that I failed to raise him right.”

“I was in deep denial.” She continued as she quietly sips her coffee. I can see her pain, as she tried to compose herself. “I was focusing too much on the problems. I overlook that my God is greater than my situations. I started to realize that it is not about me, but it is about my son and his addictions”

“The realization is so overwhelming, that it jolted me and made me go back to God’s Word. This time, I called our church Elders and Pastor for counseling” she narrated further.

Her eyes sparkle as she excitedly shared with me how she was delivered from the hopeless situation and became a prisoner of hope.

“God showed me that no matter how powerful is the stronghold of the enemy on my son’s addiction, God loves him and is able to deliver him. People scorned at my son and members of my family called him junkie and worthless piece of society. But my God loves him so much, and no amount of addiction and alcohol can separate him from the love of Christ.”

As I deeply meditate on HIS word, I keep on praying and believing that nothing can separate my son from the love of God. “ Can anything separate us from the love Christ has for us? Can troubles or problems or suffering or hunger or nakedness or danger or violent death?…But in all these things we have full victory through God who showed his love for us. Yes, I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor ruling spirits, nothing now, nothing in the future, no powers. Nothing above us, below us or anything else in this whole world will ever be able to separate us from the love of GOD that is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:35-39 NCV)

I asked my friend what caused the change? She smiled and told me that the Word of God is her source of strength. “I am now a better person, I focus my energy on my son’s medical condition and treatment. My son needs our love and acceptance that he was trying to get from drugs and alcohol. I shared with my son that God loves him that nothing can separate him from the love God. No addiction, no bondage, no alcohol can make him worthless, and that we can have full victory through God and that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

“His pain is no longer my pain; I gave it up to Jesus. I am now a prisoner of Hope and expecting that miracle is on the way. Healing and deliverance will come and will totally set my son free.”

Her faith released her from bondage of fear, self-pity and defeat. Her son is still on the way to recovery. He still have lapses, and in and out of rehabilitation. But her mother is no longer in bondage of fear and guilt, and she believed that her son’s miracle is on the way.

Her story inspired me to share with people in bondage of addictions and in need of deliverance. Bondage and addiction has many faces, many names, but God has only one response, “I love you and nothing can separate me from loving you, allow me to help you.” Let us all accept God’s love and become a prisoner of hope.

(For those who would like to share your situation, send me an email at or mail at Pinoy Weekly, 1011 E. Edna Place Covina Ca 91724)