A Few Good Days...

A good few days.  I’ll take them.  Be grateful for them. 

Prodigal Papa’s birthday was this week and we were able to rally for a dinner out.  Even the Prodigal. 

No drama.  No confusion.  No hassle.

Halloween heralded in our granddaughter’s first understanding of "trick or treat" and excitement rose over her Minnie Mouse costume and the advent of a candy coup.  Everyone showed up to cheer her on.  Even the Prodigal. 

No drama.  No confusion.  No hassle.

Thursday night family dinner.   Low key…Take out food.  The gang was all here.  Even the Prodigal. 

No drama.  No confusion.  No hassle.

I can’t begin to remember when, in recent memory, that this has happened.  A feeling of normal.   Three times in one week.  A feeling of good. 

A rare occurrence to be sure in times of late.  A way of life that used to be the norm…to be expected.  Yet now one that feels out of place.  Out of touch on most days.

The mistake would be to assume that this will continue.  I know better.  Life doesn’t work that way.  Not with an addict.  Some might say that I’m being pessimistic.  Not living in full trust.  I am.  But my trust is in the One not the one.

In His time…all things are made new….

And so I thank God for this week in review.  This week that brought our family some earthly peace.  Family peace.  Prodigal peace.