After 3 decades of loving them and sacrificing to make their lives better, my 4 children do not speak to me. They do not like my politics or share my faith. I did not hear from them on Father’s Day, Thanksgiving, or Christmas.
I was hurt beyond words.
They have joined the mob that attacks me.
I still love them. I am always ready to forgive them. They are my children.
I have not seen my grandson who is named after me in a year when I saw him on his first birthday. He turned 2 a few days ago. I am not sure if I will ever have the joy of seeing him or holding him again. But his image
man this breaks my heart. I cannot imagine. I have 4 daughters and 9 grandkids. They are thankful for what I showed them but it could have gone the other way easily. Hang in there. I pray the truth will be revealed. Hold your ground. YOU are right