Danny turned up.
After weeks of no word from him at all, he turned up. He turned up in a bad way but it could be worse. It could always be worse. My sibling intuition was dead on. Something terrible was happening to my brother two nights ago. I wasn't just being a crazy person.
I wish I could say it was my worrying that willed him back into our lives but I know that's not true. If it were true, I would worry him back to sobriety. I would worry him into a job and a stable living environment. I would worry up a good group of friends that love him and don't beat him within an inch of his life. Heck, I would put my kids in daycare and make worrying about Danny my full time job.
If only it worked that way.
I hesitate to share all this. I'd rather be blogging about the fun things we did in California and I will soon. I guess it's just been on my mind lately, consuming my life in fact. I don't receive distinct spiritual promptings very often. I watch too much reality TV, you see. But two nights ago the Holy Ghost told me to pray for my little brother. And not just pray but actually get on your knees and make it a good one, Margaret, because you might not have many more opportunities to pray for this kid. And so I did. Worrying doesn't bring about change but I have a testimony that fervent prayer can.
Thank you to everyone who has included my little brother in yours prayers lately. It means so much to me.