I flipped through some old pictures last night from some of the happy times (at least I thought they were happy times) of our family; mom, dad, my brothers, me. I'd be lying if I said that I don't miss those times of "us". I love my step-mother, my step-father, my step-siblings, but nobody wants to be a child of divorce. If someone were to ask about my parents, I'd rather be able to say they are making it, growing old together. But, they didn't. Whether you're 7 or 17, it still stings. It doesn't go away when you're an adult. It lessens; I understand a lot more now. But, it still affects me at 40. One of Aaron's friends' parents are filing; which led Aaron into question after question at lunch yesterday. Three kids, 11 years. He's leaving her for the same reason my father left my mother. That decision caused me to have a falling out with my father for a long time afterwards. We need to open the eyes of those who are spinning their lives out of control. We need to not only talk the talk, but we need to walk the walk. We need to be there to listen, to guide when necessary, and to let God work His good into them. Satan is there to try to bring you away from the Truth. That's his job. We can't let him do that. When we see someone in trouble, we can't let that person dive into the fire. Unfortunately, some won't listen. Some choose to listen and not react. I didn't know what this man was doing until he decided to throw his life into that direction. I've talked with him. I've prayed for him. However, I can't change him. I'm not God. But, as an imperfect human being, I only wish he knew how this will affect those little kids.