Yesterday morning H called at 6:15 am. He was on his way over (!) said he wanted to have breakfast with the boys and spend a little time with me before he went to work.
Turned out that after the boys went to school he wanted to pray with me (!).
I am grateful for this and consider it more than a baby step. I would call it a leap of faith.
H said that he woke up early and felt like God was telling him to get it together.
Not to put a wet blankie on this but I am a wee bit concerned that if God choses not to answer his prayers (some of which were for his business) that H will once again feel like God has let him down.
