Hand Me A Blessing

My phone rang in the middle of the night recently. The caller was a remarkable young adult, a member of my newly blessed and blended family. He was distraught and needed to talk.

So we did. For an hour. It was an emotional conversation that brought us both to tears at various points. In the end, it brought him some comfort, it brought me more deeply into the fold of his side of the family and it brought us closer together.