Just received the news from Barb that Frostie has been asked to leave the center. She said, "I feel very badly, but I just don't feel that I can go any further with Frostie.”

He was involved in a fight between Ronald Skinner and Butch, and a zip gun was involved. He refused to come in until 2:00 last night, or this morning rather, and then he wouldn't up and go to school. So Doug came over and asked him to leave.

He had been using foul language with Barb for the past few days in front of everyone. And he threatened Barb and Greg with a zip gun this morning. No one ever thought that he would be put out, including Frostie, himself, and he took advantage of it. For the sake of the kids in the neighborhood, and our live-ins Ronnie, Donald, and Ronald St. Clair, she just couldn't let Frostie keep on, Barb said.

That kid his father put him out as unmanageable and he stayed in the YSC; then his sister put him out of the house the same reason and now Barb and Doug have, for the same reason. After all the hassles and close calls, the emotional drains, late hours, battling and fighting for control in his behavior even being slammed against walls, getting her head knocked against a table, and ending up with a black eye one night—and after the encouragement over little victories, the praying, and tender moments of affection and assurance shared between them, I know her heart must really be hurting. Barb was sick all today she thinks she has the measles.

When we reach the end of our feeble love, our puny physical strength and our small minds, the love of God keeps on going.

With Frostie, with Teddy, with PJ, all the kids she’s taken in over the years, "Commit your work to the Lord, then it will succeed." Proverbs 16:3.

Caught an 8:41 train to New York to Aunt Joan's tonight.