On a chilly Tuesday afternoon, I noticed her on the side of the road, looking disheveled and distressed. As my faith has grown, I’ve become more sensitive to the plights of others, so I pulled over and asked if she needed help. That was the day I became friends with Miss Amy and began an important journey through which God taught me how to set healthy boundaries.
Over the past two years, I’ve gotten to know Amy and my heart breaks over the choices she has made. For the first six months of our friendship, I helped her in ways some may consider “over the top.” I took her grocery shopping, prepared meals, and provided transportation to her errands and appointments. Each time I upped the giving, Amy asked for more. My attempts to encourage her to seek outside support were rejected and I became overwhelmed trying to help her while caring for my own family.
We are called to be cheerful givers, so my…
