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
oh sir. i am so sorry that you are enduring this. just a little bit longer. your value of family member will show through soon to them. "Forgive them Lord, for they do not know what they do." they love you also..they do. they are just lost and they are very misdirected. God will show us all the way. I pray for your sadness. our families will repair. Hang in there patriot.
