Yesterday’s snowfall changed the look of my gravel road yesterday. But the changes wrought by the snowfall was nothing compared to the changes wrought by a series of phone calls yesterday and today.
The first phone call was from the Father at the monastery saying our monk had flown the coop, but that Allen had called and was returning. This morning’s phone call said he’d gotten back safely. The next call was from Allen himself, saying he wants to leave the monastery and seek counseling for what he’s finally acknowledged is post traumatic stress syndrome (caused by the medical trauma experienced from his birth through age five).
So tomorrow, I’m driving to West Virginia to pick up our young adult son. He’ll stay here a few days, until we put him on a plane for Walla Walla and his Philo relatives. He’ll receive treatment there. Once he’s completed that, he can decide about the monastery and his future.
Blog entries will be sparse until I return, so be patient. And pray for us, please – for safe travel, for good car conversation, for Hiram as he waits for us to return, for Anne’s clear head as she deals with this and finals, for our boy’s healing – along with praise for Allen’s desire to seek healing and live a healthy life. As soon as I can, I’ll update you on the trip.
Thanks, in advance, for your care and encouragement. We are so blessed.
