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How often our kids rip out our hearts, kick them around like a soccer ball, and don’t give a thought to how it makes us feel.

We are expected to just stand by with the stoic face and keep it together long enough to deal with them — and then, be there standing by to pick them up when they fall?
How often have we done that to our own parents?
How often have we done that to our Heavenly Father?

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