A Little Good News

Thank you all for your prayers. He is hanging in. Yesterday his nineteen month old son's mother showed up with his little guy in tow. L has been wanting to see D forever. B had been playing games with him about this the whole time he was in CH, making and breaking promises to him to the point that he had just given up on ever seeing him. Earlier this week L had gotten a Father's Day card with some pictures of little D. He showed them to me and again said how much he hoped some day B would let him see his son. Well, suddenly out of the blue, there she was at his door. He said had no idea how she found out where he lived, nor does he care. They stayed for several hours. He took them out for a burger and to the park. He got to actually play with his kid for the first time in D's life. It was a ray of light in an otherwise dark week.

While B and D were there, the leaders from L's treatment group paid a call. He says they told him they were concerned about him. "Yeah." he says. They asked him who B was and the child was. They asked for IDs all around. He says he thinks they seemed satisfied with the results of the visit. They asked if he was doing "anything bad, like drinking or drugs" and he said, "This is my son, I don't even smoke in front of him." He says he asked if they would like to see his place, and he showed them everything, the closets, the fridge, the bathroom..."I have nothing to hide." He says they seemed cool with him by the time they left. Let us hope that this is so. He says it was a good day. A good day is a good thing. Thanks be to God.