Ever since this awful thing happened to us, absolutely nothing surprises me. Nothing people do ever shocks me. Once you’ve had the carpet yanked out from underneath you, everything else is downhill from there.
Thrown into turmoil… check, broken heart, check… fighting for the very fabric of our family, our good names and our emotional stability… check…
I want space from this whole thing. I want everyone that isn’t in our family to stay out of our family.
I feel like this thing pushed me down and I’ve had to look up and go hand over hand to climb through it. I’m thankful that I’ve had my heavy hitters to block me from the everyday craziness of life. I’ve been blessed enough to have traveled the world and seen so many incredible things.
It’s like a double life. Half is so very happy, half is so very hurt.
I cook, clean, work, study, read bedtime stories and give bubble baths, plan birthdays and every other celebration, and I make time for heels, hugs, road trips, and homemade muffins. Everything else in life is a dream, with one nightmare in the middle of it.
All but this one thing, and this one thing is so huge that there’s no getting away from it.
I make the world go round for so many people, then when night falls, I pray and write.
I’ve been asked so often how I get through this and my response is always the same. I get through it by love, by faith, by patience. I love with passion, I live as righteously as this world will allow, and I’ve learned that I don’t have to wait in misery.
I don’t deserve applause for my strength and I don’t need anyone’s approval. My life isn’t up for debate or discussion. I have to keep as much privacy as I can in dealing with something that feels so public.
In short, I face this and I get through it because I have to. My heart won’t let my niece go, and for now all I can do is wait and tell our side of the story.
I’m keeping it together because that’s what I do. Injustice in general is particularly irritating to me and I won’t just sit back while we’re made out to be animals.
One day, I won’t have to deal with this anymore, and I anxiously await the time I can set this bag of cement blocks down. I will smile until then, I will let love rain over me, I won’t feel guilty for being joyous….
Love, faith, patience…. Love, faith, patience, and round and round we go….