Years ago, my late husband Barry and I were treated to a long overdue honeymoon. We were ecstatic at the idea of a week of surf, sand and the rarest commodity known to parents – solitude. We issued a very stern, “Do not Disturb” order to the younger children before we left, leaving our eldest son in charge. With that, we boarded the plane and giggled the entire flight like the newlyweds we totally weren’t. Arriving at our destination, we were greeted to a spacious ninth story oceanfront condominium. Every surface sparkled with southern sun, there were more bedrooms than we needed, and the balcony was palatial. Unused to being…

I wrote this a few years ago and found it tonight, thought I would share with you, dear reader. My husband and I were driving the other day and I said to him, “I wish addiction took a holiday.” It doesn’t though. The trials and tribulations of loving a child with addiction issues never takes a holiday or a day off. However, Jesus never takes a day off from being the Savior either. He is always near to me, always ready to hear my prayers, always sovereign, always powerful, always loving. I have a beautiful daughter with scarred hands to match the battle she wages within herself. And although addiction…