We received some grave news this afternoon - one of my wife’s clients killed himself.
It was her first day back to work after our trek across the country - we were hoping it would be an uneventful paperwork day. Sadly, that was not the case.
While 
Mental Health counseling can be tiresome work. There are many nights where the two of us sit and visit with one another because a disconnection from the day is needed.
You can imagine how giving, listening, and helping people turn their lives around can make you weary.
I do not say that as a complaint - I say it as a reality. You cannot give what you do not have, and working with troubled souls requires effort on our part.
As a husband, I find myself rethinking what I do to prepare myself for the time at home. My job doesn’t stop when I leave the office, no, the real work begins when I walk into our home.
The home is where we disciple, love, and prepare to change the world. Sometimes, that changing involves people who have never had a good home.
I distinctly remember one of the young men my wife works with, saying that he has never had a Christmas. For some, you may hear it everyday, for me, it is a new paradigm.
While we prepare for a funeral next week, my heart is heavy for the family that mourns their son. A life we were working to remedy, has no life to live anymore.
It reminds me all the more, that the hope I have matters, and people need to hear it - they may not have a second chance to listen.