I’ve been reading a book called “Suicide Notes”, it is quite humerous and sad all at the same time. More than anything, I think it gives you cause to think. Reason to think about kids, parents, suicide, church, friends, what each of those mean and how they interact with one another. I must say, some of the situations make me very sad, and cause me to wonder how we got so far away from our kids.
I really worry about our kids and our time with them, and our inability to be present in their lives. Why is it that we can’t be open and honest with them? What is it that makes us unable to speak openly about sex and matters of the heart? Why do we not want them to see us caring for and loving each other? More than anything I wish that someone would have told me when I was growing up that love comes in lots of flavors and types, and that God’s love encompasses all of those.
I really worry about our kids and our time with them, and our inability to be present in their lives. Why is it that we can’t be open and honest with them? What is it that makes us unable to speak openly about sex and matters of the heart? Why do we not want them to see us caring for and loving each other? More than anything I wish that someone would have told me when I was growing up that love comes in lots of flavors and types, and that God’s love encompasses all of those.
