Word for the Day: Desperate ?

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Desperate times they say calls for desperate measures but desperate measures could be dangerous…so be careful

because…

When you get desperate, you will be tempted to do stupid things like removing ancient lines, breaking covenants, sacrificing values and destroying yourself, legacy and/or name. So don’t be desperate or stop when you get desperate. #RelationshipMatters

Please…Pray for OK

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Friends – Today as always please pray especially for Oklahoma.

Please…
Pray for OK!
Pray that in the midst of this storm, all impacted will be safe.
Pray that the God of all comfort overshadow everyone in harm’s way in Jesus Name, Amen.
We pray for peace, hope, grace, strength and power for all today, It is well and shall continue to be well, Amen.

We speak to the winds, storms and the air – PEACE, BE STILL!
Prayerfully,
pFlo
Relationships Do Matter
@relationshipsDM

The Touch is Passed – Anon

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The Torch is passed.

Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions?

Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug,
"It’s their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties:
I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
stitches in my son’s head. I asked, "When do you stop
worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident
stage."

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties:
I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don’t worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them."

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties:
I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, "They’re trying to find themselves. Don’t worry in a few years, you can stop worrying. They’ll be adults."

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50:
I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle–there was nothing
I could do about it.

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments. My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying
and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my mother’s wan smile and her occasional, "You look
pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home.
Are you depressed about something?"

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry?
Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the
trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown?

Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to
me, "Where were you? I’ve been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried."

I smiled a wide smile. The torch has been passed.

~Author Unknown~Story shared by MountainWings.