After 18 months my nephew is moving out. It has been an unbelievable journey of transformation and promise. When he arrived, he was fresh out from a 90-day stint at Betty Ford for a heroin addiction. In the same span, 7 of his friends, who he ran with, died from overdoses. At 22, without a degree and or much credible work experience, a Grace Pointer took a risk on him and got him a job at Rackspace. A year later he is about to receive a promotion and raise along with certification in his field.
He has been discipled and committed to pay it forward; he has been through the Financial Peace University and is debt-free. He has been a part of a family, complete with chores and expectations and relationships requiring patience, forgiveness and unconditional love. He leaves our home for his apartment with a full journey of lessons to learn; but from a foundation of having ‘seen’ what it looks like to live faithfully, serve God, be a steward, take responsibility and live Blessed.
As he now nears his 24th birthday I see a man who has weathered in his short life more than most and he is still standing and he is strong. That stubborn strength is his greatest asset and weakness, he must remain unbended against the world while ever bended before the Father. This is his journey, and like all journeys they embark with promise and a sense of exhilaration, part fear and part excitement. Gods Speed my Son.