I have done the same thing and gotten the same answer from God.
Everything in the room is the same including the calendar on the wall still on July 2012. I still haven't been able to change anything.

feeling help...after almost 2 yrs , have you heard anything about your dau?? has anyone seen her??? I so know the feeling of a childs room,, I did repaint my sons,, we had kept it as before, but it was so painful,, i sobbed the whole time painting..huggs

So sad with you. We changed our ED's room. Actually my DH emptied it and repainted and is now being used for something else. She knows the door is always open. We pray our EC back like the prodigal father must have. What sad and poor choices our ED (and all our EC) have made. They have lost so much in giving up family. May God change their hearts.

Glazzbird, My ED is "protected" by her bf and his family. I always suspected she was a few hours away with bf's aunt/uncle and their family. They denied knowing anything and threatened to sue me with harrasement if I ever called them. I know they had no basis for sueing. They're just cruel. I sent a Christmas card with Please Forward on it this year knowing it was past the time they'd forward. It came back with her address. She doesn't know I have it. She's living in that city in a 2 bd. apt. I don't know why 2 bd. I googled out the address. I also googled out her name and that city and she's still listed as the same address as the aunt/uncle. What liers. She was living with them until recently. I'm going to send her a Valentine and explain how I found her address. I'll tell her I'm not going to come up there and surprise her, but I do want to continue reaching out. I don't want her to get the idea I've just given up on her. Praying for her heart to be prepared now for the Valentine and that she'll find it and not her bf in case he's controlling her.

The room that my son grew up in from the time he was eight years old until he was 19 is the same room that I occupied from the time I was 15 until I was 21. When my parents moved into assisted living in their eighties they gave me the house and everything in it. That was in 2000.

I look around my house that has been in my family for the past 43 years, and I can tell you where different episodes occurred all through the life of my son and earlier in my teenage life. The front door that closed on my son when he was 19 and pounded angrily demanding "renters rights," is the same door that I closed when I angrily left home telling my parents I had "nothing to thank them for."

I did change the room into an office because it was hard to look up the stairs and know that my son was not going to return to his bedroom. I had looked up those stairs so many times as he grew up just grateful that he was home and safe for the night. I had called up those stairs so many times, "I love you!" and he had called down to me, "I love you too, Mom." But then those are the same stairs that my mother had come storming up to tell me off when I was a young woman acting like a fool.

Now I sit in that same room and do Bible studies on the computer. I sleep in the same room that my mother slept in as she wondered what was going to happen to her daughter living 3000 miles away and experiencing an entirely different life than she would have wished for me.

I cannot, of course, promise the future. But one thing I can promise. Everyone gets older. Everyone learns life's lessons. Everyone has to carry the load of life on his or her back, and it is that load that makes a person wiser when he begins to look in the mirror and find gray hairs on his head.

I used to think this little town and this little house were the most awful things in creation. I went many miles away to escape. Now, 38 years later, I live here, and I am very grateful for this funny little house and because of all the memories, I don't want to live anywhere else. I have grown up. I am no longer the foolish young woman that I was.

My son is a foolish young man. He has done some foolish things. His mother stormed up those stairs many times. But some day, I believe, he will overcome his foolishness just because he will grow up. He will carry his load until it becomes so heavy that he must give it to the Lord, as I did. I don't know if he will live in this house in 38 years. I'd rather he have a condo on the beach, but perhaps he will, because perhaps that is the story that this house has to tell: that foolish young people one day do come home and do come back to God.