Beach dinner

Go Figure.  The Prodigal came.

To Family Dinner

At the beach

My daughter and I decided

A change of venue

A change of view

For these crazy times…uncertain times

Take advantage of the unseasonably warm temps

Enjoy each others company

Take a break from cooking

And relax

And then it began…

The coach was coming

Could he bring a friend?

The Prodigal called

Could he stop by?

And there we sat

Two weeks after the storm

8 people around a table

At Family night dinner

Do the “normie’s” act normal?

Do we order a beer?

Do we make concessions for the recovering addicts?

Like we always do?

No.

Weary from trying so hard to do the right thing

We move forward

New game rules

The old ones didn’t work…didn’t help

My head spins

I never know what to expect

Flexibility has never been my middle name

Yet I find myself wearing it like a sweater

It’s the only way to stay warm, really

To go with the flow and stay protected

From the elements

To accept the unknown

One day at a time

And…to allow God to work….His spirit to move

We part company

Hugs all around

Smiles hiding the pain that endures

Yet cherishing the moments spent

The new chapter begins

The story continues…