I had a unique experience today. I accompanied several ladies to a courtroom to support one of them who is going through a divorce. I am still processing the outcome of the things discussed. But I am so very, very thankful not to be one of those several couples whose proceedings I witnessed.
There were cases being heard for different parts of each divorce. I cringed every time the issue of children and money came into the discussion. My heart ached for the six year old and the senior in high school whose lives were being talked about as though they were mere possessions. I wanted to shake those parents who, once in love, brought those babies into the world. Now, for whatever reason, the attorneys talked about them as though they were some things to be dealt with rather than people with hurting hearts because their parents were not together any more.
I did sense compassion on the part of the judge. I sensed compassion as he explained many different things to the lady we were there to support. Although he was dressed in judicial robes, I sensed the heart of a father wanting to do what was right for the children involved.
I am thankful not to be in the position of those whose lives are in turmoil over possessions and rights. But even in my weakest moments of self-righteous attitudes, what-about-me indignation, or I-want-this-because, I sense compassion by my Father. I sense his desire that I turn away from self and focus on his blessings.
And I am thankful because he is just.
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