better the second time, my escape.

so, tomorrow the kids and i are flying back home alone, without anthony.

it's been a great week with our little family, but being on the "outside" as they call it has been tougher than he expected, harder than he'd hoped.

we were talking about resurrection, and i said "anthony, one day you won't have to be an addict anymore, you can be made whole."

what an impossible thought that seemed to be for him from where he is standing now, to wake up and not CRAVE, what a beautiful promise.

if He can make a blind man see, He can heal my husband's broken brain, my broken heart, my children's broken innocence, my family's broken trust.

JUST FOR TODAY...I HAVE HOPE.

we are camped at the bottom of the mountain, recharting our course, heading still, for the summit.