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		<title>By: Looking Back So I Can Look Forward</title>
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		<dc:creator>Looking Back So I Can Look Forward</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 20:02:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] February: I discussed how being a Mother is just down right hard. [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Laurel Wreath&#8217;s Reflections &#187; The glue that holds me together&#8230;.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laurel Wreath&#8217;s Reflections &#187; The glue that holds me together&#8230;.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 00:26:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Our oldest son just recently had a difficult time at school, we are still recovering from that. But today I spent the day almost throwing up because of my youngest. My youngest son asked if he could spend the night at a friends house, we knew the mother (who lives on our block). These are boys that are over our house all the time. They wanted to spend the night at the boys father&#8217;s house (the parents are divorced). We told our son ok but we need his name, address and phone number to where the father lives. Like I said we are comfortable with this family (so this is no reflection on them). But my son grab his clothes jumped in the car and took off without even a goodbye or a phone number where we could reach him. I figured he would call me when he got there&#8230;.UM no.  He was suppose to come home by 10am today, by noon I was beside myself. The mother was at work, and I had visions telling an officer&#8230;. Umm officer I have seemed to have lost my child, No I don&#8217;t know the address where he is No I don&#8217;t know the phone number Yes, I just randomly let him go with no way of finding him. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Our oldest son just recently had a difficult time at school, we are still recovering from that. But today I spent the day almost throwing up because of my youngest. My youngest son asked if he could spend the night at a friends house, we knew the mother (who lives on our block). These are boys that are over our house all the time. They wanted to spend the night at the boys father&#8217;s house (the parents are divorced). We told our son ok but we need his name, address and phone number to where the father lives. Like I said we are comfortable with this family (so this is no reflection on them). But my son grab his clothes jumped in the car and took off without even a goodbye or a phone number where we could reach him. I figured he would call me when he got there&#8230;.UM no.  He was suppose to come home by 10am today, by noon I was beside myself. The mother was at work, and I had visions telling an officer&#8230;. Umm officer I have seemed to have lost my child, No I don&#8217;t know the address where he is No I don&#8217;t know the phone number Yes, I just randomly let him go with no way of finding him. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Vicki</title>
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		<dc:creator>Vicki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:11:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Bless your heart. This touched me so much.  I don&#039;t think anything broke my heart as bad as the time my youngest son said he no longer believed there was a God - that we were all brain-washed fools. It was like a knife in my own heart, and I cried for weeks... but for the first time I understood how I had broken God&#039;s heart when I rejected Him before with my independent ways.  But back to my son - he was about 15, stopped reading his bible, stopped going to youth group or church. God used his rebellion to plow my own heart and set my own attitude straight about so much, but I learned precious truth about the mercy and grace of our Father.  God loves our children even more than we do, and that&#039;s not just cliche. Never prayed so hard in all my life---for this son&#039;s very salvation and healing. 
Talk about being grieved to the bone. I felt the Lord wanted me to give up my &quot;reputation&quot; as a mother (that had been important to me) and stop worrying what my friends thought about my children. The Lord wasn&#039;t caught off guard by this heartbreak in our family, and He still knows best how to love our boys:-).  He started to show me how to just love my son no matter what. 

I&#039;ll surely remember to pray for your son as I pray for mine. My son is 26 now, he&#039;s come a long way, his heart has softened, but there is still much to pray for:-) Always.

love you,
V.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bless your heart. This touched me so much.  I don&#8217;t think anything broke my heart as bad as the time my youngest son said he no longer believed there was a God &#8211; that we were all brain-washed fools. It was like a knife in my own heart, and I cried for weeks&#8230; but for the first time I understood how I had broken God&#8217;s heart when I rejected Him before with my independent ways.  But back to my son &#8211; he was about 15, stopped reading his bible, stopped going to youth group or church. God used his rebellion to plow my own heart and set my own attitude straight about so much, but I learned precious truth about the mercy and grace of our Father.  God loves our children even more than we do, and that&#8217;s not just cliche. Never prayed so hard in all my life&#8212;for this son&#8217;s very salvation and healing.<br />
Talk about being grieved to the bone. I felt the Lord wanted me to give up my &#8220;reputation&#8221; as a mother (that had been important to me) and stop worrying what my friends thought about my children. The Lord wasn&#8217;t caught off guard by this heartbreak in our family, and He still knows best how to love our boys:-).  He started to show me how to just love my son no matter what. </p>
<p>I&#8217;ll surely remember to pray for your son as I pray for mine. My son is 26 now, he&#8217;s come a long way, his heart has softened, but there is still much to pray for:-) Always.</p>
<p>love you,<br />
V.</p>
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