Hearts are broken everyday.

I am a mother. I know that my kids have turned out to be independent and fairly self-sufficient in a world that is hard to navigate. I also know that my heart is broken for the relationships in the family that are in ruins, and for the decisions made to sever relationships or break confidences or judge a brother or sister. I want so badly for my kids to all love Christ and serve Him and to love one another as part of the body of Christ. I see the results of bitterness all around me. I see the results of those that don't care. Hearts that are seared become unfeeling. It is hard to have a heart for the lost if you do not have a heart for a family member. Valentines day has always been one of my favorite holidays. It is so gushy and full of possibility. I am glad to hear of marriages where love is celebrated and friendships that celebrate and family members who remember each other with love. I really do not expect to get a valentine from many. I don't really care though it is important for me to send them if I can. What I care about is that the family try to see one another in the light of Christ and learn to forgive. What I care about is that they stop judging one another and just love. Well, they will do what they do and I will stay the mother. What is my role? Prayer Warrior and Encourager. Maybe all mothers have broken hearts from time to time. It goes with the territory.