There I was, dedicated to advocating for youth in vulnerable places in life. My husband and I were leading a nonprofit to holistically care for these kids and families. Our home was a neighborhood center with kids spilling off the front porch and around my yard.
We were doing all the right things. There were Bible studies to lead, and home visits to make, and letters to send out, and van routes to run, and special events to head up, and smiles to smile, and prayers to pray. And, as exhausted as we were, we kept pushing down the red flags as quickly as they could fling themselves to the surface.
Why? Because we were “being used by God.”
That phrase rattled around the back of my mind, and it became justification for every yes that should’ve been a no, and every swallowed conversation that should’ve been spoken. It smoothed over the boundaries I should’ve raised and pushed me farther and farther beyond my healthy limits…
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This article was published at iBelieve.com last year, October 7 of 2015.