Once again, I am behind at this point of the A to Z Challenge. It is not for lack of trying. Life keeps getting in the way.
Even with several months notice, I do not write my entries in advance; not my style!
Life is still crazy around here. Too much going on. Help! I’m drowning!
As I type this, I am sitting in the county court house waiting to be called as a witness in a child visitation case. The father wants unsupervised visitation with his child. The problem? The mother has a restraining order against him for harassment, stalking and physical abuse. Getting a restraining order in this county is a difficult thing.
Does this man deserve visitation? My opinion is not yet as the child is in need of counseling due to the trauma of the parents’relationship. Eventually, maybe.
Will justice be served? If not today, eventually. God is the final arbitor of justice. I pray that this father finds healing through the eternal judge. God’s will be done.
I am happy to tell you that, although it took nearly another year, the justice system finally worked. Through all the prayers that went up, a good judge was finally assigned the case and the child in question does not have to see her father.
God is good.
Blessings, g
(Family emergencies and such have kept me away these past few days so I am going to have to rerun a post rather than drop out.)
What an odd language English is.
As Isabella’s reading ability grows, she is in a constant state of pique over whoever it was who decided to invent silent letters!
“Booboo, how do you spell knot?”
“Do you mean like in, ‘I did not do that?’ or as in a tied knot?”
“A tied knot.”
“You’re not going to like it…..”
“How do you spell it?”
“K-n-o-t.”
Big sigh.
“Who spelled it that way?”
“I don’t know, Boo. It is very strange, I know.”
So many conversations like this as she tries to comprehend what the most avid reader knows is a matter of memorization.
Heavy sigh. (Three silent letters.)
“In June 2014, the world watched in horror as Islamic extremists who had declared themselves the Islamic State (ISIS) overran the northern Iraqi city of Mosul, the former ancient kingdom of Nineveh we read about in the Book of Jonah. Christians had lived in Mosul and the Nineveh plains for centuries. Many Christians in Mosul were killed, and many others fled their homes with little more than the clothes on their backs.
Members of ISIS went door to door identifying Christian families. They then spray-painted a red Arabic letter ن on the homes of our brothers and sisters. The letter ن stood for Nasara, a term used by Muslims to mean “followers of Jesus of Nazareth.”
A few days later, the Islamists gave the Christian families an ultimatum: convert to Islam, pay an exorbitant tax to the Islamists, or leave. If they refused, they would be killed.
More than 100,000 Christians refused to deny Christ and left everything behind.
Even as these persecuted believers were fleeing their homes, Christians around the world began adopting the Arabic letter ن to demonstrate that they, too, were followers of Jesus of Nazareth. The symbol meant to mark Iraqi Christians for exile or even death has become a symbol of hope and courage, as we commit to stand with our brothers and sisters facing Islamic extremists.
For more information visit Voice of the Martyrs.
Blessings, g
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