I find myself surrounded by irresponsible grown men...and paying the price for every single one of them. What does this all mean?
I just pray I can raise my own son to be a responsible man. One who loves God. who loves his wife. and children.
it hurts to see them all wasting away. are we too controlling? should we just let them fall? let them fail? flat on their faces?
i'm taking my name off the title. if they take it away, so be it. if they boot it, so be it. if they put out a warrant and the warning is not heeded because he just can't remember to take care of it. whatever. I can't continue to save grown men from their own beds.
some of them make a slow turn well into their thirties. others don't ever. but everything up until then...utterly, painfully...agonizingly...wasted. So many of their loved-one's resources, efforts set ablaze. With not a second thought. No remorse. No conscience. No apologies.
so why do we keep caring? why don't we just save ourselves? because we're designed to nurture. to save. to always keep the hope that they'll pull through. And maybe take care of themselves one day. And then maybe take care of someone else too, some day.
My prayer: Lord God, thank You for giving me a heart that cares. A heart that wants to see Your best in the lives of the people around me. Even if it means I myself get burned a thousand times. Thank You for the example You set here on earth. I faithfully follow the call on my life to love; thank You for numbering all of my days. Thank you for placing the people in my life who need You most. May they always see Jesus in me. Amen.