Now we’re counting down the hours to the hearing.
I’m feeling more at peace than I had been.
But I’m also a little overwhelmed with the magnitude of the decision being made tomorrow.
The end result of tomorrow could ultimately change the course of Simeon’s entire life.
Not to mention ours.
Or his parents.
It’s the right thing to do. They are unstable. Among other things.
But it doesn’t mean that this is easy.
It’s a tragedy.
His parents have lived lives of rejection. They have failures of epic proportion on their records. They continue to flounder and flop. So far the only good thing they’ve done with themselves is to create this incredible little boy. And he’s about to be taken away from them. Part of their identities. Part of his. Will be severed. Forever.
And truly. My heart is breaking for them all tomorrow.
But I’m also praying that the decision is final. That it’s done and that we can move on.
But really, what I’m trying to pray is, as Daisy says, the scariest prayer of all. God’s will be done. Whatever that is.
No, This isn’t easy at all.