We sat in the quiet living room; the kids finally asleep. Like many parents, our conversation drifted to our kids and she, like a true Mom, talked about how precious our kids are. Of course I agree.

“Tears fill my eyes as I realize the hopelessness of the situation”

But as she talked about their innocence, sweet dispositions, and loving attitudes, my heart suddenly went to a dark place. I know my own faults and sins, I know my addictions, and I am acutely aware of my inadequacies. I know that many of my issues are passed on from my Dad and my grandfather — and who knows how far back these generational curses have been stalking my family. My heart is crushed as I think about stealing the innocence of my kids.

Tears fill my eyes as I realize the hopelessness of the situation. I am going to witness the awful reality of my kids losing their innocence.