Reflections on some things going on

Psalm 71:20-21
Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter,

you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up.

You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.

Recently I was put in a position where I had to make a decision between two of my children~ One child was making choices in life that were detrimental to himself and to people around him. The other child was trying to be therefor his brother and love him and accept him where he was. One night the older brother became very angry at the world and proceeded to lash out. When he found no satisfaction in hurting people physically, he then turned and destroyed everything in his younger brothers home.

My children called me to come see if I could do anything with this child. So I went to my younger son's home not sure what I would find. As I drove up I saw shattered windows and shattered furniture. My heart stood still for a moment as I thought that this could be much worse than the children lead me to believe on the phone.

I walked into my sons home, shacking at the thought of what could be awaiting me. As I entered, my daughter was there and I could see more demolition that had been done in my son's home. I could not see either of my boys and scared I was yelling where was my younger son? I could hear my oldest son screaming in another room and I began to head that direction when I was told my younger son was in the other room.

So I went to the room my younger son was in and saw even more desecration to his home. My son sat, his head in his hands, devistated. He could not believe what his brother had done to him and his home. Physically although shaken and a few small bruises he was ok~ so I went to find his brother.

My son, he was out of control, he was blaming everyone for his actions. Went so far to tell me that I was at fault for it because I gave birth to him. My heart hurt for this boy. Yet I knew that at that point, all I could do is get him out of the house and away from his siblings for their safety and his too. I kept repeating to him to leave. He kept coming at me telling me I couldn't make him.

Finally I made the decision to call the police.

It hurt to call on my own son~ I know he hates me and blames me. Yet I also know that I did the right thing for the right reasons and that I would do it again.