Families

So today I am glad that I went to church. People were getting up and baring their testimonies. Some of them hit me hard. The main thing was about mom's and dad's loving their kids no matter what road they decided to take.
We had a guy that just got ordained to be and Elder after 38 years of not being active. His parents were there, and bore their testimonies about how they had served 3 missions, and the blessing just poured in.
That hit me hard, only because I feel that God didn't loan us his children to just give up on them when things got hard, and they chose a different path. If that were the case than that stinks. I have felt that no matter which road my kids choose, I am going to be there for them. It may hurt, but they are my children. When it comes down to it the whole world will turn their backs on them and judge them. I need to be there with open arms ready to hug them and tell them that things are going to be OK.
It also hit me hard because of my brother P.J. some day he will come back, and I am glad that I have been able to bite my tongue, and not say the things that I have wanted to, that might have jeopardized our relationship.