Letting Go

The birdies must leave the next sometime and I have come to the conclusion we are not prepared to be bird parents, elephants yes, birds no. I cannot find one parent who wishes to raise jail birds. Sons with criminal records for shop lifting, one for violence against others... Lord did I fail that much? I know I am short several hours per day of prayer time, maybe...

Brokenness, brokenness is what I long for, brokenness is what I need? Do I not weep enough? If in the words of John Wright, Paula and I were only doing salvage work, I am a miserable failure. Do I not see some good? Truly I do; however, the choice of evil is so strong it overwhelms the good that I see.

So I let go even more than before. Two "men" who fight for personal freedom without taking the added part of being an adult: responsibility. I love them both, but it is time to let go.