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
I’m not going to lie and say it’s easy because it isn’t. None of this is easy. Keep your eyes focussed on the future, near and far. I am very hopeful that once these next couple of months are over we will be seeing a lot of reconcilliation all around this world. I’ll be praying for yours as well !!
