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.