Payback

I wasn't a bad kid.

At least I don't think so. I tried not to be a brat and I didn't get into too much trouble. I did have some anger issues which sometimes made things interesting, but I wasn't horrible. My parents might not agree though.

Even though I haven't always expressed it well I am extremely grateful for everything my parents have done for me. It's amazing how much they have sacrificed for me, and I want to repay them somehow. Part of how I will judge how successful I am is whether or not I will be able to take care of my parents when they're too old to do it themselves (which might not be too much longer, sorry had to do it).

Anyways, this week I've kinda had the opportunity to see what that might be like.

Sometime last week or so my mom feel and messed up a ligament in her right arm, and she had to get surgery. Her surgery was on Monday and so she hasn't been able to do much, not even make her own food or get drinks. On top of her not being able to use her right arm, her pain medication was making her sick, so she was even more incapacitated then any other normal surgery.

And since my dad works and my brother goes to school I've had to take care of her for a couple days. It wasn't bad. It's not like it's the first time I've had to take care of someone. After all I am a camp counselor, I've dealt with some pretty ridiculous and sick kids.

I'm excited for camp. I leave tomorrow. I miss my kids. I can't wait to have some of my own. Even with all the sacrifices I'll have to make. It'll be amazing.

Because of his grace and for his glory.