Kids are NOT easy at any age. Mine range from 17 to 40ish.
I will not say that I’m a stellar parent, heck I wouldn’t that I’m a good parent. However, I did try to give them the tools to become good, godly women and man.
Today, while stressing over one of them who just suddenly dropped off the grid (again)… the one who is 3 years clean and sober reminded me that it was my prayers that got her through to her right mind.
Oh and those days were sleepless and tear filled. Yes, they were mostly about my runaway daughter … but they were more so about me wondering about what I’d done wrong. Please! God! Please!
Deep deep sigh.
I must admit that I sinfully worry about them all, blood and grafted into my heart.
I watched a young woman NOT speak to her parent. I didn’t coerce her, even though I knew the parent so badly wanted to just hear her voice. (Again insert a deep sigh)
I’m reminded of Isaiah 59:2 but it gives no comfort.
I must remember that Father’s got it.