Yesterday I was asked what my plans were for the weekend and it was like a hitting a wall. I have no idea what my life is going to look like by the time my weekend rolls around.
It is so weird having time suspended.
Every once in a while days loom before me that are a huge closed doors in my life. I have no idea what my life will look like once we cross over to the other side. They are court room doors and inside them sit judges and lawyers and social workers and a birth Mom.
The only guarantee is that there will be tears. Will they be mine? Will they be hers? Will we work together no matter what to make sure it's not the little ones?
My life is no longer my own. It is controlled by a judge who doesn't know me nor never will.
Thank goodness The One truly in charge knows every hair on my head.
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