Last night, I watched my son slip into his place in the family. Easily, without thought, without effort. Surrounded by those connected to him by blood, but more importantly, connected to him by love. What joy filled my heart as my only child was embraced by cousins, aunts, and uncles who have only seen him a handful of times in his 24 years, but love him and drew him into the circle as if he was with them every day.

I think this morning of my ex-husband and his family, with whom we spent every holiday, all our 32 years together. It so rarely felt like a place of love, so rarely felt like a warm embrace. There were a few of them that were capable and extended that love, but there was more competition than love. There was so much of people trying to prove that they deserved to be there, and more than anyone else. How do I describe the difference?

I describe it as A Course in Miracles. One family knows we are all part of the one great thing, and that love is really the only power we have in the world to change anyone. One family is sure we are all separate from each other, not connected, and that we have to fight for our place here.

My son now not only knows, but feels part of that one thing, and I am forever forever grateful to the people, my family, who made it possible. The love my mother and father showered on us has so obviously, so easily, so beautifully passed down from them to their children, grandchildren.

God I am so grateful today. Grateful to have left that darkness behind.

I think my son actually got excited about his move to Colorado last night, talking to his cousins about it. They are all older than him, and have more life experiences. I just think it eased his mind so much to know he isn’t really all alone, and that he has more real family than just me.

I saw the shift, I felt the shift, in his perception, from fear to love.

Which A Course In Miracles tells us, is the miracle.

Love and light:)