Like Half of a Merry-Go-Round

It's not every day that you stand three feet from and listen to someone whose car has been beaten in with a shovel...while their one year old daughter was in the front seat.

Especially not from their significant other.

But yesterday was not an "everyday" kind of day.

She was a former student, and as I lugged my 20 month old daughter toward the swing set to greet her, in no way could my mind (or heart) prepare for the devastating story I would hear in a matter of seconds.

I didn't have to ask. I just listened. And I think that's all she needed, really. Someone to listen.

The problem was a man who's really a boy. A man who put a ring on her finger and promised to love her and said "yes" to a baby...

And now his answer is, "No."

She said her life with a one year old is a road that goes up, way up, and then WAY down. She looked tired and done. Her deepest desire is to be whole, complete, a fully functioning family for her little girl's sake.

But he doesn't.


And I'm thinking, it's kind of like half of a merry-go-round.


Peace of Christ to you,
Cara