Wow!

Last night I got a call from my mom. My troubled brother has been kicked out of the house he was staying at. He has not made the best decisions in his life, but the kid can't catch a break. He has pretty much lived on someones couch since he was 15, moving around from place to place. Now I know that if someone needs their life to change they must put forth the effort, but what if you don't  see light at the end of the tunnel? Last year he found our baby brother dead in his bed, and that seems to have thrown him for another loop. I want to help and this is when I decide, God has been preparing me my whole life to be a mom. I am the one that my immediate family, with the exception of my older brother, calls when they have a problem. Now that i have excepted this, it is time to put all my effort into motherhood!