We get a letter from Andy about every two or three weeks. He can't call us like he used to, even collect. It's good to get letters from him, and I think it's good for him to write because it gives him a chance to think deeper than, "hi mumsy, hi pops!" I don't miss his phone calls, but I do like to read his letters. He is changing. I can tell by what he says that he's beginning to feel remorse for what he has done to his family. He's understanding that life is not just about him, but also involves that group of people he grew up with. He admits the wrong we do affects and hurts others, especially those closest to us. I will not expect nor hold my breath that "he's a changed man." Not yet anyway. I believe that takes time, lots of it, and there hasn't been enough time.
.I visited Temple Square in Salt Lake City last week to look at the Christmas lights, oh, what a beautiful heavenly land. My seven year old grandson said almost reverently, "Grandma, it is so beautiful." He could feel the Christmas spirit or rather the spirit of Christmas. I could, too. This is a picture from the outside of the visitor's center of the Christus statue. It looks as if the Christ is floating in the air looking down on His people. I know there will come a day when Andy will repent fully, and he will be forgiven by the Great Healer. That is the hope I cling to.
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