The miracle--slow and steady

The miracle of God's presence in my divorce was there from the beginning but that did not change my circumstances. My husband moved out one week after my oldest son's first birthday and one month before the little guy turned two. It took all I had to get through the day without breaking down. Every night after I put the little ones to sleep I would drink wine, smoke (both habits which by the grace of God are gone today!) and talk (really cry) to my sister. The first weekend my husband had the boys after he moved out, I went on a retreat. The retreat house had a big wrap around porch with rocking chairs everywhere. On Saturday night after a powerful session on the Holy Spirit, I went outside on the porch, sat in one of the white rocking chairs and held my hands up to God and said "Father how am I going to get through this?" In my mind God took my hands and told me to hold on tight and we would get through this together. And so we have...........