Reckless Love
My son, who for so many years fought the idea of God, sends me scripture. He texts me almost every day, telling me how overjoyed he is to be in the Christian rehab where he is being filled with God’s love daily. Ben is back to eating healthfully, to working out in their gym five days a week and running. I am soaking all of this in like sun on the beach.
Reunions
Ben really wanted to see his almost 91-year-old grandmother, who he hadn’t seen in years, so on Christmas Eve Day, I picked him up and we went and picked up my mom. We saw my sister as well. The holiday spirit and the specialness of having my son with me, clean and grateful, lifted me so much that my cheeks ached from grinning. We went to a lovely restaurant and had a celebratory lunch. My mom was astonished to see Ben grasp both of our hands and say a lovely grace. She kept clasping her hands in joy.
Bluebirds Mirror my Cheer
I am sitting in my usual spot on a sunny morning after a great deal of rain. I can see the flurry of blue activity as there are so many blue birds active in the back yard. They are my favorite bird, so cheerful and sweet with their coloration and little round bodies. A few years ago, my neighbor gave us a blue bird house she wasn’t using, and my husband mounted it on a post. I think the word has gotten out in bird land. It brings me a quiet joy, which matches my reckless joy over my son. It is a miraculous answer to prayers, my prodigal returned.
Tomorrow at Good Landings, they have what they call Recovery Church, and Ben has been anxious for me to attend with him and experience “the transformation” as he says. I am making the drive out, excited as well. I have packed some healthy food goodies for him, because food is my love language. Ben tells me that after he completes his coursework, they have asked him to stay on, hopefully ultimately to be an employee. There can be no greater outcome that I can see – that he continues to be steeped in the glory of God, and this will lead him on the true path for his life, surrounded by people of the same mind. He is excited by this prospect and has so many ideas for the rest of his life, including wanting a wife and children. I told him he might be getting ahead of himself slightly, but the idea is there, and he seems excited about his life.
Music Fills Me
When Ben was missing for two weeks in September, I noticed that I was obsessively counting, perhaps as a way to occupy my mind or divert my thoughts. Now I find myself humming happily. Lord, please allow Ben’s recovery to continue and hold him steady on the path.
He sent me this link this morning. I’ve played it over and over.
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