I look at my daughters and wonder "am I doing my part?" Am I telling them all the things that growing up I didnt know..so they wont go the places I chose to go..

Then I look at my son..knowing in my heart I can do the best I can..but I alone cant raise a man..

Then I look up..with the weight of the world on my shoulders..and tears rolling down my face..with guilt because my decisions brought me to… this place..
and although I did not do it alone..Im the only one that can right this wrong..

I fall to my knees..and pray “Father God help me please”..
and he says “Didnt I say I would supply all of your needs”

So I stand up..and wipe my face..
I still have to finish my race..those hurdles placed in my path
will one day be things of the past..
because when my legs are to weak to run..
God will carry me till the race is done…