Joy in the Midst

How can I express my gratitude to all of you who have been praying!?
Such a full measure of joy overflowed from my heart as I snuggled my youngest today, watched my oldest practice to play the prelude in church, watched the middle two play together beautifully all morning.
Peace, love, joy.
Visiting with family yesterday for W's birthday produced these huge belly laughs... I'm just grateful.
Also, last night, I was able to talk to Caleb.
The shot is working, but he doesn't feel good.  It is probably still the PAWS (post acute withdrawal symptoms).
Withdrawal is the worst.  I've been through it with him numerous times, I know the agony that goes with it... The body rebels against the mind which rebels against the body and itself... I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
I've never really heard Caleb so afraid before.  Afraid of the future, afraid of what he is capable of, afraid of the unknown.
He said the hardest part now that the actual cravings are gone, is changing his habits.  So ingrained in his life was picking up the phone, making the call, getting the drug, using the drug... rinse... repeat... Now that he doesn't want it/is super susceptible to overdose, he says he feels off.  He doesn't know who to call, where to go, who to talk to... Everything that "made sense" everything that was life for ten years is now gone. 
And he is floating, identityless.
I pray he fills the void with the good.
But as I told him, I can't fix it for him.  I used to push him toward these great people, toward church, good books... I would read to him, schedule outings with guys from church, orchestrate healthy conversation, but it was never organically who he was. I realized I have to step back and let God lead him to his new identity outside of drugs.  I have to trust God loves him more than I do, trust that God will guide Caleb to his new identity.  Trust that I don't have to DO anything but pray.
And being able to let him go to the powerful hands of the Almighty God, that has brought immeasurable joy.  I used to think that since we were married, I was in charge of him, that if anything bad happened, it was on my head and on my conscience.  That was insanity right there.
But as I open my hands to God and say, You love him, You made him, You have a purpose for his life, take him, hold him, guide him, please Jesus... as those words speak out into eternity, I am set free to find Joy in the midst.