It’s deeply painful when those we love—especially our own family—don’t believe or don’t want to hear the truth. I have two adult children who have chosen that path, and they’ve raised their children the same way. Over time, they’ve distanced themselves from me, and that absence hurts more than words can say. But even in that pain, I continue to pray for them and hold onto my faith. I trust that God sees everything, and I find peace in knowing I never stopped believing or lifting them up in prayer.
It’s deeply painful when those we love—especially our own family—don’t believe or don’t want to hear the truth. I have two adult children who have chosen that path, and they’ve raised their children the same way. Over time, they’ve distanced themselves from me, and that absence hurts more than words can say. But even in that pain, I continue to pray for them and hold onto my faith. I trust that God sees everything, and I find peace in knowing I never stopped believing or lifting them up in prayer.