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What About The Babies? What About Our Youth? Unedited.



So I think he finally did it.  Finally burned enough bridges and pushed enough people away and proved to himself that he is "bad, broken, unfixable and hopeless." 


No matter what is happening around the world....the children pay for it.  Babies in wombs that have no idea of the treasure growing within them.  Having to absorb drugs, alcohol, pills, stress and abuse.... having traumatic brain injury before they ever enter the world.  The affects of alcohol, drugs, cortisol on the brain of a baby is with them their entire lives.  


The selfishness of a family brought to bear on the baby.  Not just the Mom and Dad.  


The Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles.  The church. 


The "me" has been put on a pedestal and worshipped.  Children are sacrificed on the altar of selfishness and entitlement and having it my way or having it all..... 


What about the babies?  The kids?  The youth?  What about the Mom's, Dad's and young families without the support of an extended family?  


Raw?  Rough?  Reality.  


I hear the stories every day.  I feel the pain. I see the outcomes.  And I've lived it.   My kids have suffered the selfishness that brought serious stress on them.  


BUT I PRAISE God that when we turn to Him and we seek Him that He provides for us.  He heals.  He alters.  He restores.  He generates and maximizes and brings to a new state of being.


Sometimes I've felt like I'm crawling out of a hole intended for me as I climb out with ragged nails hanging on to the sides BUT those three children that call me Mom deserve more.  


They deserve my unselfish devotion and commitment.  They deserve for me to get over myself.  To move past the guilt and shame and STAND UP AND BE A MOM.  To be their Mom fight on the sidelines of their lives everyday with everything that I have.


Selfishness and neglect is not just for the stereotypical "those" families.  It is reeking havoc in all of our homes and hearts.  


As we "do our own thing" and go here and there and do this and that.  Why shouldn't we spend nights in the bar or in front of the TV or in our businesses or volunteer organization or social clubs or religion or hobbies?  


Forget the "what about me."  It's not about me!


And yet...Kids are ignored, rejected, abandoned, neglected, abused and broken by us.  By Mom's, Dad's, Grandmas', Grandpas and the church.


There is hope!  The very thing that has been withheld can be given.  Love, nurture, engagement, and structure.  


Our brains are an amazing gift from God.  He can rewire the twisted and use you and I.   We can mend the broken relationships.  


To coach.  To mentor.  To teach.  To love a Mom and a Dad so they love those that need their love!  To pray.  To give.  To serve.  To lead.  To be real and authentic with those around us.


Not our business?  Look again.  Don't ignore the young families and the kids and the youth.  We can't avert our eyes from the pain and the need.


Jesus says, "Bring the little ones to Him."  The babies, the kids, the youth and the young families.


That's us.  You and me.  We.  Our job.  Our business. Without minimization or justification.


"And if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in


 me to sin, it would be better for him to be thrown into the 


sea with a large millstone tied around his neck." Mark 9:42


It isn't all that bad?  It isn't?  Look around.  We are medicating ourselves so we don't feel the pain.


Story of One:
My brother...17 foster homes...after he was abandoned in a motel room at age 3 for 3 days...after he was born high and addicted....After he had been broken and beat and abused... At age five, he came to live with us.  He tried and pushed and pushed and pushed.  But we are a stubborn lot and loved and loved and loved. He is an amazing young man.


Little children in Headstarts and Preschools and Daycares need people to come in an love on them.  Hold them.  Play with them.  Touch them.  Pray for them.


Youth in youth groups need people to come in and love on them, play with them, pray for them and touch them.


Young moms and dads need a kind word in the grocery store or a pat on the back or knowing you are praying for them.  


The hugging as a preschooler or the high fives of a teenager...all working to restore a heart.


Please don't turn away.  It really doesn't take much to change the life and heart of a child or a teen.


The young man from the beginning...I think he has been sent away. 

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