I had a great weekend away. 33 years agon a couple with 2 young children adopted me into their family. Shortly after they added 2 more children each of which I share a special connection - a birthdate and a name. I witnessed the adding of sons and daughter's in laws. This weekend we celebrated the anticipated arrival of grandbaby number 10 and received the announcement of grandbaby number 11. All the family minus one member was there and it was fun to be in the midst of the chaos which that many people bring. I enjoyed yummy food, good sleep and lots of laughter. I am thankful for this interlude in the craziness of my life.
While I was away I did not hear from Peter. Glimpses from the house camera that gave me a partial view of the porch, caused me to doubt he was there. Amd he was not on the porch when I arrived last night. This morning I began with the calls to the ER, jail, and a local mental health crisis center with no positive responses of Peter sitings. I did begin to panick just a bit. I am grateful to my Police Mental Health clinician contact who responded quickly to my inquirey. Peter had been picked up and taken to the local jail this weekend. I do not know what the charges are. I do know that they are working to try to get him on meds for stabilization while in the jail. The thinking is Jail would be a safe place for him to try to stabilze. I am in agreement. I am grateful for the local police force and those who are working on behalf of Peter and others in our community. Please pray that God will use this jail stay for good.
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