Making a difference...

In my little piece of the world, I really do try to make a difference. I am not saying I am effective, I will simply say I try. I can't imagine doing anything else in my life right now...when I go to work, most days I am surrounded by delinquents. Some want to change, some try to change, and others don't even know where to start.

Seeing these kids really helps me to stay positioned to be thankful for all that I have (and have not) experienced. I hope to always be supportive of my own kids, never turning my back on them. I am blessed that my parents never left me to fend for myself, not even now, and I am an adult. Although, in some parents' defense, I have not done the things these children have done. I pray that if I were ever to have to practice real "tough love" with my own kids, I will be truly tough enough to dish it out.

Some people need advocates; some of their actions cry out for help, even though asking for help is the last thing they would ever do. So, when I am given an inch, I advocate a mile for these kids. Hopefully I am not enabling, yet showing them how unconditional positive regard can feel. The weight of assisting someone to change is heavy; the realization that it is not my decision is frustrating, yet lightens my load. Pray for my endurance:)