This will be a more somber post. It's been a tough week for many reasons...
Our family was sick this week, which makes everything yucky.
My week at school was really tough--one of my toughest ever. If I could easily quit--this would have been the week. We say the kids are "probably on a sugar high", then today, "coming off the sugar high". But that doesn't explain near-psychotic behavior for the past three weeks in one child, nor severe drug-related family problems in another's life. It doesn't explain aggression and violent out bursts, either. Or the fact that two of my boys move constantly while their parents try to find a steady job. Three others take home food on the weekend because they're not sure where their next meal will come from.
The ultimate? My friend that I teach with lost her unborn baby boy...with only 7 weeks left to go. That's tragic. The kind that makes my stomach hurt. There are just no good answers when things like this happen.
I know God is good. But there sure is a lot of hurt in this world...
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