My disappointment and disapproval of my children is disheartening. You raise your children to be a certain way. And hopefully they will be almost perfect when they grow up. Well it ain’t so. They are human beings. They will be flawed and imperfect all their lives. But you would think that at least they would learn from you, at least a little bit. When they were young, other people used to brag on how polite and well-mannered they were. I was so proud of them. I raised them to be able to think for themselves. I wanted them to be able to make decisions on their own. I wanted them to be independent enough to live a good life, but would come to me and talk when a problem arose. Well they do just that. But that doesn’t mean that they can’t disappoint you. And the disappointment does hurt. I am a flawed and feeling human being. Heartache affects me like anybody else. I just wish that it wouldn’t be so consistent in their lives. And that I didn’t feel pain quite so much. Being vulnerable is a positive attribute in my life. It is the only way to be able to reach people. You have to be open to let people come into your life. If you want them to see who you are and what you stand for. But I still don’t like the pain. I wish people and things were more perfect in this world. But I know there is a rhyme and reason to everything. Because see that all things work together for the good, for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. The reference is Romans 8:28.
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