Breaking my heart

Reading through my daily prayer request email and I get so sad sometimes at all the things that go on in the world. Part of the prayer requests come from the kids in the juvenile delinquent center and they're so sad. One of the requests includes simply "Pray for my mommy." Good God. These are just kids and they've done something so hideous that they have to be incarcerated. Bless their hearts. Another request "Pray that Jesus will control my anger and resentment. Pray that my family will come visit me." Oh gees. Poor kid isn't even being visited by his family. Little wonder he is a delinquent if no one cares enough to even go see him.

I'm so blessed to have a family that loves me. I had a dysfunctional upbringing. Between me having cancer, a brother and mother with serious depression issues and my mother's delusional and paranoid behavior, they loved me and did their best. I never questioned that I was loved and I never went without anything that I wanted or needed. We had scenes that were scary and awful, but my life could have been a lot worse. I didn't turn out half bad. Stop laughing. I didn't.