That is a tough blow in and of itself but financially, we are about as low as we've ever been. Our home is for sale and it has a contract on it. But, if something happens to stop the sale, we are up a creek quite literally without a paddle.
While I know that throwing money on the situation does not fix the situation, I still want one good opportunity, at least, for him to have a chance at recovery.
I was frozen and feeling numb and quite unsure of what to do when my very artsy fartsy friend said, " just to endure this you have to be swathed in gossamer pashminas of grace."
And, ya know what? She's right. Look at this photo: look at those beautiful hands; All shapes, sizes, colors, experience, softness, callouses ............those hands represent protection and prayer, I'm here for you and what can I do. Those hands started to come to me one by one. Each one holding onto the next, like trusses in a building, each adding strength. Until, I feel ......like I'm gonna be okay. I've got a current of prayer, protection and strength encircling our family.
How did those hands come together? One friend showed up with a check to loan us the money for almost 60 days rehab. No questions asked. More than that, she showed up crying for my son and me. Another friend offered to fund the remainder of that amount if the house doesn't sell. A family member is working on getting scholarship money for us. I've got novenas and other prayers coming from friends and family, 80 Dominican friars, and 6 lovely little inmates at the county jail where I volunteer.
Those gals also gave me serious pep talks and being recovering addicts themselves, they spent the hour telling me what it is like for the person detoxing and what not to fall for. They had asked how we found out and I told them about my husband finding him. I also told them that it was kind of surreal how calm I was this time around. One of the ladies said to me, " it was because you knew. Before, you weren't sure.....you were drug testing him....hoping he wasn't but really....you knew." I think she is right. They ministered to me. They are praying for me.
Don't you imagine that God is smiling? My heart is full. I may have a long road ahead, finances may be tight but I am the richest person I know. Today I am so thankful. God does provide.....what we need, when we need it. I am thankful for the gift of friends from every place....my village which I am so thankful and proud to be a part of. I pray for recovery for our addicted loved ones. And, as always a prayer for the soul of Henry, my grandpa.