I don't know how to treat him... if he were my friend, I wouldn't be doing this to him.
But I am. I am doing this to him.
What does that then mean?
I'm trying my best to care for him, but I also know that I'm contributing to his death in the future.
I don't know what to do.
I could be giving him so much insight...
I could be counseling him. I could be ministering to him.
Not my calling, Daddy?
...
Yeah. Okay.
I'm always called to love, not necessarily always called to be in ministry, huh.
Still, it hurts me to know I'm not being a blessing to him.
It hurts me think I'm being a curse to him.
But I'll do what You want me to do. I'll stay put. I will.
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