Wouldn’t life be so much easier if we could just fix the addict we love? If I could climb into his brain and make him hate the object of his affection, it would make many lives better. Also, he wouldn’t be slowly killing himself. His children would be better off, and God has to like that idea, right? So why does the problem remain? This side of heaven, I’ll probably never know. Maybe it was so I would write this devotional. Maybe it’s to teach me patience. Maybe it has nothing to do with me at all. I will admit that I trust God much more than I did ten years ago. The heartbreak in my life has done some good. I am thankful for all I have. But that magic cure would sure be nice. I guess I’ll just have to keep walking and see what God has for me tomorrow.