As I listened to a sermon on Abraham's obedience in sacrificing Isaac as an offering, I said a quick prayer asking God to not ask me to ever do that. And I heard His say in my head, that I already am, every day.
It brought tears to my eyes as I realized He was right. My hands are tied as far as their salvation and all I can do is offer them to God in trust. It is both a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because I can only show by example the joy and peace obtainable from God, and a curse because I love them more than life itself and can't for one second imagine the alternative of eternity in heaven.