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I ache with you, I don't know how you do it. Seeing my two adopted drug baby grandsons, I know something of what you are going through, and it is not good. I ache for these children and agree, their mothers should be punished. They have one damaged child after another, then leave others to pick up the pieces, yet Humpty Dumpty can't be put back together again. Mostly the new parents are left with a lot more questions than answers, and that's not good enough. My grandsons see therapists, but what good is that when their reasoning process is so off. We will pray for each other, love you, Sonya.
My point is more that we think we are good, but life shows us that we are not, regardless of how much we try.
And it must be God that changes us, not ourselves.
But prayer is necessary for all those changes.