What a day

I drove to church!

Mike is taking a break from us for awhile. It kind of hurts to think of it like that, but what is important is that we lift him up to God and trust that He will do what is good.

Haha, a light note. I asked Jake, a nice quiet guy from work to prom with me and he said no. Official reason: He doesn’t know me well enough and knows very few people at my school.  Ha, it was especially awkward to have to ride the elevator with him ten minutes after the first shaky conversation. Good thing I handle awkward well. I couldn’t help but laugh at such a normal teenager drama moment that…well, never got dramatic.

And now for depression. I took Kenya for a walk with Katie. We met a very tipsy Donna. I saw what Katelyn’s future  could be in thirty years the way she lives. I flipped out on her.

She’s cutting and drinking. She sneaks out at night with her car thief boyfriend. She sleeps all day then wonders why she’s lonely. She thinks her parents hate her and refuses to listen to them because she’s convinced it’s too late. She also won’t stop cutting or drinking because she’s convinced she’s hopelessly addicted to both.

I try to help. I let her sleep over if she has problems with her parents. I hang out with her. If she asks I try to lead her back to what God’s word says.

Now a question for Christians out there blogging tonight. My mom’s reasoning in this situation is that ‘we are supposed to be our brother’s keeper, but there is a limit.’

Does anyone have any scripture to offer for this situation.

Right now, I just want to call it quits. She won’t listen. Nothing gets through to her. By the looks of things(I’ve been a friend for four years and this is where she is) I haven’t been much of a good influence on her. I don’t see how I’ve helped by being her friend at all.

I mean, there are other people I could hang out with. I have a friend base of people who occasionally have real problems that they didn’t bring on themselves who I could try to help.

I’m just exhausted. Physically because its 1am and I probably walked and ran a total of 15 miles today. Emotionally because I can almost see where Mike would have to take a break, but I don’t know for sure whether the guilt I feel is warranted or not.

Once again, I need God’s take on all this! Scripture please?

‘Night all.