That Bishop of Ours

It's different this time.

Different doesn't necessarily mean real, but despite the frustration of recent losses, Husband is doing things a bit different this time around and I can tell he feels differently about it.

He met with a new Therapist this week, and came home encouraged. I don't know how different that will really be - just one meeting.

But yesterday he met with our Dear Sweet Bishop (DSB) again and there is definitely something new and exciting happening there.

When he meets with DSB he isn't simply confessing, being reprimanded (or not) and moving on, DSB is asking him things. They are studying and counseling together. During their first meeting DSB told him to start reading the Book of Mormon looking for the enabling power of the atonement. He was to take notes and and report what he had learnd so far 2 weeks later.

Yesterday was 2 weeks later, Husband and DSB met for nearly an hour, talking about what Husband had learned, what his questions were and what he hoped to learn next.

I assume they briefly talked about addiction, but it was not the focus of their meeting. DSB is helping Husband learn about Christ. And to me it feels better. So much better.

Husband is still losing, and I'm still dealing. I had just the one pajama blah day, then got up because there were buffalos to kill.

Husband and I had an extraordinary gospel discussion in the car while our children slept last night. These are the kinds of things that would never have happened a year ago.