The fact that several times a week I am given more “ammo” to justify my deepest desire- to keep Damien safely locked up at home with me until he’s about forty! Some days it seems to me to be the only way to protect him! I have just now received a phone call from our house church hostess to cancel house church for tonight. They are going to a memorial service for the son of a friend of theirs. The guy was killed when his neighbour walked across the street and shot him in the head- right in front of his mother’s house! They had apparently been having some kind of argument and this is how it ended. When did a human life become so cheap? How can an argument be that… be so… I dunno, I just can’t think of the right word for it right now. And people wonder why mommies are paranoid!
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.