Nobody intentionally sets out to fail as a parent. No one plans on raising an axe murderer. I’ve never met a mom who lies in bed at night envisioning how to mess up her kids.
I have, however, met many parents who can’t sleep at night because they worry—a lot—about the fruit of their loins.
Where did I go wrong?
How could my son make such a terrible choice?
What’s up with my daughter? Seriously, what does she see in that guy?
I raised him “in the Lord,” and today he doesn’t want anything to do with God or church.
The struggle is real.
The doubts are crippling.
The personal agony is devastating.
My mom experienced distress and misery on my behalf. Once upon a time, I was a prodigal son. I walked away from God, the Church, my family, and my faith. It wasn’t pretty. I broke a lot of hearts, including my mom’s. Gratefully, she never gave up on me even though no one would have blamed her if she had.
Motherhood is one of the toughest jobs on the planet.
So what can a mother do when she has a wild, out-of-control child?
First, remember that you are responsible for how…Continue Reading