I'm back - Part 3

So my sister is gone. She beat me out of here. But she left behind something...or should I say someone? An 11-year old son. The Father? He's never been in the picture but for a short time. Told his son he wished he'd never been born - and that he wasn't interested in being his father. Real jerk. Hope he gets saved, and I mean that sincerely. If he doesn't, I suspect hell will be a little hotter for him than some others.

"But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."

So the father is not in the picture. My husband and I are. Years ago, before she had any idea she'd get cancer, my sister called me out of the blue and asked if my husband and I would agree to raise her son if something were to happen to her. I told her we'd have to discuss it and pray about it, and then get back with her.

After a week or two of talking about it and praying, my mate said, "Of course we'd take him. He's family. Who else would do it?"

He's really a great kid. Lots of emotional and behavioral issues - but progress is being made. He's really intelligent too - we have to stay on our toes with this guy. It's been about a month since my sis moved on, and he's starting to settle in with us and we are making the transition into a new blended family.

The other day I had him checking the fridge and cabinets for things to put on my grocery list. "You guys have 2 cans of Rotel left. You've got less than a half gallon of milk..." I stopped him.

"You are going to eventually have to stop saying 'you' and start saying 'we'. After all, you aren't a guest here anymore. You're here to stay."

He paused a moment without responding, then opened another cabinet door. "We've only got half a box of cereal. We need to get some more."

It's gonna be ok.