Please.

Please pray for my children. My older two. Zachary and Bethany. The things they have to deal with are things I wish I could save them from. Their biological mother exposes them to things and ideas that shock me and break my heart. She hardly sees them, but every time she does it's a new impossible situation. I pray that somehow they can be pure of heart, that their confusion can somehow be dissolved, that all this culminates SOMEHOW into something good.

A new friend at church was recently telling me something one of the priests had told her about a frustrating situation with her younger sister. He said, "God knows the childhood each of us needs."

I think about that a lot. I had a less than desirable upbringing in many ways, but even through that I became the person I am. I know that I wouldn't be the same if my early years would have been different.

Romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Some manuscripts: And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God
Or: works together with those who love him to bring about what is good—with those who...

I feel sometimes my only hope is to teach them to love God; that He might, in great mercy, work all these things together for their good. Most the time, I feel entrusted with too much. Often, I have enough to deal with just trying to love God myself.