Several nights ago, I was burdened for my Weston. This is not unusual. I ache to have a restored relationship with him. I felt a nagging to reach out to him. So, I made myself incredibly vulnerable and unblocked him on social media. (I had blocked him for my protection. It hurt my heart to see him with another family.) I sighed a prayer and sent a message, not really expecting to hear anything from him.
To my surprise, within 10 minutes, I was receiving a TEXT on my phone from him. It was cordial and he asked if he could call. We talked and we planned to meet for lunch today. Since today is Tatum's 14th birthday, I told her I was taking her to lunch. I did NOT tell her that we were having a guest.
I watched her face as her big brother hugged her. She was beaming! It seems they hugged forever before I could get my hug. To see them together again filled my heart with an inexplicable joy!
For 824 days, I have prayed. I have also cried. I have hidden myself. I have tried to be brave. I have begged God for restoration. He has been faithful. He has answered.
Today I learned that the "fatted calf" can be a pizza from Bimbo's and some gas money.
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