I feel like I'm watching a day-time soap opera when I look at my mom's family. Where is the love, the compassion, the justice...and is He present in the lives of my supposed 'Christian' relatives?

Accusation. pain. hurt. tension. sorrow. anger. bitterness. remorse.

But I want healing. Holy Spirit. conviction. prayer. justice. repentance. hope. There is a way...and I have to learn to trust Him throughout all the ups and downs. Family can bring so much joy, and even so much pain. Everything happens for a reason, and I realize that I'm living and experiencing life.

What role should I play as part of the 3rd generation? It hurts to see so much going on...and I almost want to avoid looking. But I know that's not what I'm called to do...