Parker is coming home Friday. I'm at once excited and apprehensive. He is such fun to be around when he's the old Parker, he also brings so much stress to our family. Always something cooking, some deal he's trying to make with us, some way to get around a rule ... really when I look back he's always been that way. The drugs just made it horrible. I pray the lying stops and his sincere desire to get well overwhelms him. I pray lots more, but mostly for Jesus to grab ahold of him ... oh how I would love to see Parker fully in love with Jesus, but I also have to get out of the way so He can!! That's hard for me, as a mom and a Christian, to get out of the way - to know when to be quiet and when to say something. So I pray.