My son-in-law gave me a hug for Mother’s Day before he went onstage to play his guitar. He’s the lead guitarist in our praise and worship band. I love watching him play. Most of the people in the church don’t know where he’s come from and how amazing it is that he’s playing guitar in a praise and worship band. But I know. His mother walked out on him when he was twelve years old, and he hasn’t seen or talked to her in years. His father was very hard on him while he was growing up. Not surprisingly, he got pretty messed up for a few years. He’s somewhat shy and an introvert, just like me. So when he hugs me on Mother’s Day, it’s a tiny bit awkward for the both of us. But I do so appreciate that he does it, and I’m very proud of him. I’m proud of him for not giving up on God, and I’m proud of him for venturing outside his comfort zone to hug me. And I’m so grateful that God heals our hearts and “sets the solitary in families” (Psalm68:6 NKJV). When Father’s Day comes, I’ll return the hug and tell him how thankful I am that my grandchildren have such a great daddy.