Children

Like so many parents these days, I have children and I have
stepchildren. I don't call my stepchildren stepchildren, but
children. My kids. They don't have to think about it, as they know
where I stand.

Last night I received a really difficult call from my son. He called
to ask me to pray. This is my flesh and blood. He had made some bad
choices, even putting God aside, but last night he called for prayer.
He wants to come crash at the house and spend time with me. He is
hurting. Alcohol, drugs and a few other things.

Over the weekend one of my kids just cried with me over a situation
leaving her homeless. I asked her to come home if she wanted.

Last night Tina said to me "kids." That one word depicted everything
we felt in light of the late night call.

The good news is that they are asking for prayer and I write this to
affirm my own sense of what God is doing, but also for those of you
who want to hear something good from your own children.
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