Hospice Care My foster son is driving a truck that is officially on hospice care.  All the bodily functions are beginning to shut down.  There must be an extraordinary amount of money in trucking to sustain the costs of being broken down every 160 miles.  Add to that the fines of $1000 per day for…

We got it backwards.  According to the Psalms, weeping may stay for the night but rejoicing comes in the morning.  We were rejoicing and celebrating Robert’s two great job offers in the evening but the weeping began the next morning. Suspension of an Invalid License Out of the gate before moving an inch Robert lost…

On the road again after the brief 48 hour visit and 20 year reunion, Robert was headed to Chicago for truck repair. Antifreeze poured out as fast as he poured it in.  His load to Chicago cancelled after he waited around all day putting him in Chicago in time to be put in a hotel…

Waited 20 years and 16 days for the reunion with my foster son.  The last time I saw him, he was walking away because I had taken away his truck and driving privileges.  The reasons were as varied as the wrecks but the overriding reason was he simply did not have the judgement and reaction time to…

From the moment Robert found me, he was orchestrating a visit home.  He gave a week’s  notice to be routed “home” to Indianapolis by Friday.  Apparently the dispatcher thought it would be fun to route Robert from Michigan through San Antonio TX in order to get to Indiana.  A blizzard shut him down in Little…

Chapter 3 of the Return of the Prodigal Foster Son Twenty five years ago I became Robert’s CASA – Court Appointed Special Advocate to be Robert’s voice in court. He was a ward of the state who had been all but abandoned by his biological family. That was for the best as the rights of…

Chapter 2 of the Return of the Prodigal Foster Son 11 days and counting since reconnecting with my foster son who walked out into a fallen world 20 years ago when he was 21 years old. Not many people who loved on my foster son 25 years ago are even living today. My dad, grandparents,…

This is Chapter 1 of the Return of the Prodigal Foster Son. My writer friend Cathee Poulsen inspired me with a New Year’s blog.  Ephesians 3:20 gripped me “For to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine according to His power that is at work in us to Him…

Every day during the four weeks of Advent, I went to my mailbox in hopeful anticipation of a Christmas card from my third ex-husband, (the one I did not marry.)  Last year he surprised me to my utter depths by sending me a Christmas card.  He is not a card person, he is not a holiday…

If I said I could not wait to spend Christmas alone, what would you think?  Is it your worst nightmare or your best Christmas ever.  For me it started last year in 2013.  Exhausted from a year of work in a new job with virtually no days off, renovating a house, decorating every room for…