Today started out like my last 3, kind of down. But I got going got the kids fed and the boys and I went to Church.

Last night my wife and I decided to do Church in 2 shifts so that we aren't trying to handle the baby and 2 toddlers. I worked very well.

Today was the feast of Christ The King. The priest spoke about the Power of God in his sermon. I was grateful that I got the chance to watch the early mass on EWTN and then to hear Fr. Barry's sermon. When we got home I also watched the mass from Rome as they were have a special Con-benediction of some newly ordained Cardinals. It was a magnificent ceremony that really emphasized the idea of the Church as a kingdom. I felt a part of something greater than governements, politics, and secular organizations.

I got really tired and started feeling sick and fell asleep. I fell asleep for a long time and had wierd dreams. I woke up several times and felt sick with a scratchy throat and seemed to be sinking into a depression over getting sick and not being able to wake up.

I woke up refreshed and inspired. It felt like a real miracle of healing. I was very grateful to feel like my confusion and low spot had passed.

We had a great little dinner and when my wife went to her meeting I sat the kids at the table with a picture of Jesus the King and Mary Queen of The Angels. We read the pamphlet for the kids from Church and each one had their own to color and do the puzzles.

I talked to them of how God's Power works in our lives to provide us with meaning, purpose well-being, guidance and Love for each other. I read the Scripture readings with my oldest son and we talked about when we will be together in Heaven.

Last night I had a weird long dream of a post-apoclyptic world in which I was trapped in a building that had a secret elevator to different floors and different worlds and different times. There was a lot of gang war, violence, sex, drugs and general depravity on each floor.

My journey seemed to be to try and get back to the floor that was my paradise lost. Sometimes when I would get off on a floor I got the feeling I would be lost there for years struggling to try find the hidden elevator again. I ran into many trials, people and mysteries that were obstacles to finding the elevator. There was a lot of temption, frustration and times when I wanted to give up.

In the end I never fell into using or depravity on any of the floors.

Tomorrow I go into surgery. I got a call from a friend who told me that he and others prayed for me that my sobriety not be affected by the event. I put the boys to bed and went and did some things that needed to be done. When I came back to say prayers with them my oldest son said he had prayed to God for me. I was very proud.

Another "Best Day Ever".