Always unannounced, he shows up.
Dirty face, grubby clothes, great big smile, kind heart and oh, so troubled life.
One day it's his car. Another his failing marriage. Can he borrow 10 bucks? Can we store some of his stuff?
The next time it's issues with his mom or dad... or boss... or friend... or the law.
It may be different, but it's always something. Impulsive, rash and prone to being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he's often in trouble.
He knows we don't approve of most of his choices. I've been straight with him--blunt in fact--about his issues and how life's not about money or women or simply being happy.
Sometimes I wonder why he keeps showing up.
We don't lend him money. Sometimes we're able to answer his requests but not always. We've set clear boundaries.
But we do love him and try to keep showing kindness as we speak Truth.
Sometimes it's tempting to want to fix him and his problems. But he's not a project. We can't save him.
Sometimes I want to see some improvement or little sign that something we say or do makes a difference. But truthfully, I don't see any.
Sometimes I want to cut him loose.
Sometimes I want to give him a swift kick.
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by his hurt and confusion.
Sometimes I don't want to love him.
But then I remember. Loving him, showing him grace, isn't an option, it's a necessity and a command.
So we keep loving. And he keeps showing up.
Showing up in exactly the same way I'm forever showing up at Mercy's door...dirty faced and shabbily dressed looking for Love, Grace, Healing and Mercy.
And time after time after time, He opens the door and loves me right where I am.