HE IS SURROUNDED BY ANGELS

Well, he didn't lose his job.  I really thought (and he really thought) he had lost his job.  When he finally "surfaced" out of his sleep yesterday, he was full of regret.

He apparently thinks he is a lot stronger than what he is.  Thinks he can be around people who do drugs and not do it himself.  It hit him like a ton of bricks that he is not as strong as he thinks he is.

I don't think he really understands that he is an addict - that he will always be an addict - that this is not something that is "cured" - that this is a demon he will have to fight every day of his life.

He was so upset yesterday when he realized he had not woken up for work.  Everyone here tried to wake him and he just would not or could not wake up.  It was so hard for him to find a job - especially one that he really loves.  It would have been a huge blow to him to have lost it.  But today they called him and told him to come in.  That they needed him.

The power of prayer.  It just never ceases to amaze me.  My friend Bea - you know Bea - the one I've always said has a direct phone line to God - has been praying for him for a very long time but especially so when I called her yesterday and told her what had happened.  I know Bea.  I know that she is praying for my son as if she were praying for one of her own; with all her love and all her heart.

This morning, early, she sends me an email telling me that she felt God's "peace" today.  That "peace" encompassed me all day today .... that "peace", brought on by her love and prayers, once again protected Charlie.

He is working this evening in a job he loves.  I can only hope that this weekend taught him something.   That, if nothing else, he realizes that he is NOT "cured" - that he is NOT safe from drugs.

I can only hope.