Three flights of marble steps with intricately designed side pieces topped by polished wooden rales.
A walk I have made too many times lately.
Three hearts sworn in, speaking truth and love, before a man in black robes seated a level higher.
Voices rise and voices fall.
And with every breath in and every breath out a prayer for mercy.
A weary group of loved ones watch a ticking clock as the minutes slip away.
A door creaks open.
A decision made.
On one side an anxious Mom representing herself. On the other a smug dad with a well suited attorney.
Not unlike David and Goliath.
And today? Goliath is victorious. A little blonde third grader wonders why her world is turned upside down. I wonder right along with her.
And my heart aches.
The fact that we live in a fallen world is played out before me in real time. The stench of untruths fill the air. I feel a grief not unlike a funeral.
But I have Hope.
I am holding it so tight in my hands that it may burst forth.
Man may have meant this for evil but God means it for good.
Not a temporary good but a forever good.
I am weak but God is strong in me.
My foundation is firm.
My faith intact.
My Hope held tight.
So I pray for the Mommy that she will hold tight to Hope too, that she will have peace where there should be none. I pray for the little one, that God will watch over her, that she will be safe and feel loved. I beg that lives will be turned, and tuned, and renewed.
And I cry hard tears.
And I hold tight…to Hope.