I prayed and waited, not too patiently either might I add, for 339 days to see my two youngest children. I find myself getting choked up even writing this and am still in awe and have such joy in my heart.
During the 339 days I prayed more than I breathed some days it seems. Cried more times than I care to admit and thumb typed every feeling, every emotion, and any thought I had that I felt needed to be explored. The negative thoughts that were in me had to come out, they weren’t doing any good in me. Which I believe allowed the positive ones to come in.
On 9/19/19 I was able to spend quality time with all 4 of my children 🙌🏻. I heard their voices, I saw their smiles, I smelled their smell and I heart hugged every one of them, we even enjoyed pizza which is a family favorite and took swigs of Sprite out of a two liter bottle as we overlooked the intercostal. Admittedly they were facing the ocean, I was looking at their faces and kept telling them how proud I was of all of them.
If you are going through parental alienation keep going. We must fight for whatever we think is right in society. If not, society wins.
I am not sure what God has planned for me next, but I will do whatever it takes to fight evil with good, smile in the face of adversity and encourage others to do the same.