After the ups and downs of spiritual and emotional battle with our house guest last night, I thought we had perhaps reached a turning point, but sadly I was wrong.   When Carol went to see what she wanted for lunch, she found that our guest had packed up and left.   

The hardest part of ministry has always been wanting more for people than they want for themselves.   In the long run, the streets are familiar, in-spite of their inherant dangers.   For our part, God let our family work together for the benefit of someone else.   All we can do is be obedient and love others, what they do with that love still remains their choice.

In a very small way I understand what God must go through when He pours His love out on people and they still choose to walk away from Him.