This is a photo I took here in South Carolina. My new home. It is a symbol, though, of all rebirth for me and my family. Especially for Dan.
The bigget news: Dan gave his life to Christ after being ministered to in jail by a visiting Bible Study leader. Now, he is out on probation living with his dad. He’s been clean (except for one slip) since May. But clean now for 28 days outside of jail, by his own choice and because – he will tell you – of the power of God that lives in him. He reads the bible daily, goes to church, meets weekly with the pastor, and has met a group of students from a local college who meet for study and fellowship together. PRAISE GOD!!
I am not allowed to talk to Dan on the phone, or to visit him in person. The restraining order set in place back in May is still in effect. The judge won’t lift it until I am able to go to Colorado and meet with her in court. I don’t know when that will happen. But I am sure it will happen exactly when it’s supposed to. In the meantime, Dan and I write letters to each other. It’s a wonderful, underused way of communication. He can tell me about his life, uninterrupted, and I can do the same. We are getting to know each other in a way we might not have otherwise.
He says, “Mom, I am growing up now. And you have your own journey. Do what you need to do. I love you!” What more could a mother ask for?
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 
I just read this and it is wonderful news. I am having a bad week, dont know why my daughter is doing tremendous and looking into going back to school in January. I think it is all hitting me now, the last 10 months of hell. I am so glad that Dan found what he was missing and looking for. I am also glad that you are loving where you are living. Drop me an email to catch up. Hugs to you
I can so relate to what you are saying about the letter writing! When our son went to rehab, they allowed only two ten-minute phone calls a week, and we did the majority of our communicating via letter. It was such a wonderful time. I have saved all the letters we exchanged in a notebook. It was like getting to know each other all over again. A precious time.