have been journeys of the heart.
I have not been far from home in the past months, but rather, I spend my days drifting in and out of my own numb consciousness, while invading the lives of numerous others.
Working for DCFS has been one of the best and worst experiences I have ever felt.
I have never felt more joy than watching a family reunite, and never more pain than telling a person that they are not an adequate enough human being to care for a child.
Nothing is more confusing than a parent looking straight into your eyes and telling you they would do anything to get their child back, while you review their positive drug test results or look at pictures of bruises they inflicted during a psychotic break.
I just keep thinking this can't be what I was made for. and this can't be the life they were created to live.
Then again, my consistent prayer is, "Lord, break my heart for what breaks Your's".
Well, my heart has never been more shattered.
