Do You Ever Wonder Why?

As I sit here in our little apartment I keep asking myself
“how did we get to this mess today?”
And then ask, “Lord I don’t know what to do, I am feeling helpless and alone.” I read scriptures of peace, peace in my heart and soul and yet there is so much turmoil.  I question every thing that is going on.  Why are we currently having so many issues with the boys (not all of them but three very strong willed, loud and self-entitled attitudes) and I just want to cry but alas one boy says “that means you are weak.”  
No, I don’t think I’m weak I think I wear my emotions on my sleeve and feel at 150% everything…yes another strong willed person right here.  I keep asking over and over, why is so hard for these boys to do the bare minimum that is asked of them ~~
~ make your bed each day
~ clean up your personal area
~ keep your closet clean enough so it doesn’t STINK!!
~ keep your dresser top clean and organized
and do one daily chore
It could be: your bathroom, your bedroom, the laundry room, the TV room, the front/back porches, the foyer/halls
but we are told we are demanding,
we pick on them,
we yell at time ~ Yes I do sometimes
Oh and we ask you to be respectful of your home parents and those in authority, even told by administrators and unit managers “it’s not okay for them to cuss at you.”  Really then why are there no consequences for when they do, not just once but over and over.  Consequences ~ not around here, the boys do what they want, when they want, tell you you can’t tell them what to do because we are not their parents.
You are so right young man, we aren’t your parents, we have taken on the responsibility of caring for you, trying to teach you right from wrong, how to be smart and responsible young adults, we love on you when you are in an unlovable mood,  we buy you things so you don’t feel ignored and left out, you go on more activities  in a month then most kids being reared in a “normal” family do in a year.  
I feel like right now I am the 
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who continues to try to figure out what could I be doing differently?
What do I need to do or say to break through your hard shell.
How do I reach that young man inside?
Maybe 
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Maybe, 
my time here is done.  
I know that Ron and I have made an impact on some of these boys
but with all the pushback,
hatred, negativity coming our way
it’s time to move on.
I know I have asked this question before and now the question is when do I/we say yes it’s time to go.  There are boys here who we have lots of hope for, want to encourage and be there for them and so then the question comes, do we let a few boys pull/send us away and then wonder what about the others.  
I wish I could say
“Hey God, yeah, we need your help, 
can you please be specific in what you want us to do and how you want us to proceed.”
Guess there’s nothing much else to say.
So guess its time to work on the laundry.

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Ali & Ron

Christ loving, fun making, traveling couple of 44+ years. Also known as Grandpa & Grammy!!

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