So, I obviously have not been posting. After vacation, I got home to Colorado wildfires. In the midst of those fires, there were wildfires in my life. Brenna is 18, pregnant, living with her boyfriend's family, and still not speaking to us. It hurts. I can't see babies, or even baby things without crying. I want to be a grandma to her child. She won't allow me to, because she is so angry at us.
How often have I hurt my Father in heaven because I don't want Him to be involved in a part of my life where I am sinning? Or even not sinning, but thinking, "I know how to do this God. I don't want You to help me. I don't need You." And the main reason I don't want to hear what He has to say is because I know He'll tell me something I don't want to hear. So many things that Brenna has done to me, I have done to my Father. It's sobering.
In October, my husband and I will be going to training in Virginia. We will be volunteering with Project Hope. They work with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. We will be a source of support for parents of runaways. Keep this in your prayers. I know God will use all things for His glory in this.