As I performed my daily run to parts unknown, I observed a common sight. As I kept my eyes open for bad guys, I noticed a white SUV with an occupant in it seemingly doing nothing. Soon, a truck pulled up and it became clear to me what was happening. A Kid exchange. It seens as though it was mom's turn for the daughter, and dads weekend was over. I exhaled deeply in sorrow. This plays out all over the country every day of the week, where someone has to ship their kid out so that the other biological other can have a time with Junior or Daphnie. No matter what people say about how they "cope" with it, I must believe that it still hurts deep down inside everytime your visit is over. I hope I never know that pain, and I will work doggon hard on my end to make sure of it. If this is where you are, I want you to know that you can find hope and peace in Jesus. I've got no stones to throw.
On a deeper side, we all may have a tendency to be a part of a joint custody conflict of our own. You see, many of us have a struggle between living like the world, and living for God. It's like a kid wondering where he is supposed to be this week. Let's decide on who gets "full custody" of our lives. Jory
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