I was listening to NPR on the ride home today (feeling slightly guilty that the world’s problems can make me blissfully forget my own for an hour) when I realized something. Our family counseling sessions are like peace treaty talks between two warring countries. But the talks don’t work unless both parties are willing. Tomorrow we will have our first family session since his latest cycle of behavior that led to his being returned to Hillside a day early on Thursday. We pray for willingness.