I have little control over other people. Even my son. Ultimately, he and I and us all will give an account for our own choices. I too often get wrapped up in worrying about other people and their choices, good or bad. I desperately want to help them, to point them to Jesus. I suppose the best and only way I can do that is for me to focus my heart on Jesus, to go to Him. Let my life be nothing more than a joyful waterskipper, making way across the surface of the water for that safe Rock on the shore. My current may be small. And I may be only ever fragile. But I may have just enough in me to be drawn by Him.