My son was very thankful, as I handed him a cup of coffee and a breakfast roll. It was dark and very foggy. I struggled to see the road-- and I was thankful my son wasn't walking in the darkness.
I have to commend my son that he is working seven days a week and walking to work. If my son was using, to the degree that he was, this would not be happening.
Thank you, God. My son is putting his best foot forward. He is going to work on time, and he seems to be growing into a man.
Thank you, Madison, for a lovely comment that touched my heart. You are an amazing woman:
Yes, some families (not that many) seem to be so blessed with wisdom and favor that they never have to live through much of anything. But, for the rest of us, we get to lean on a loving God's strength to help us live in peace. We get to believe that the biggest flakes in the world will grow to become the amazing people they were born to be. All mistakes forgiven. Walking miracles. We get to believe before we see. Have a very blessed day.
My life is blessed,