So, it’s Good Friday, everyone is or should be getting excited to enjoy this weekend whether they are religious or not. Some people are off work and some are getting off early and some people will be off on Monday! Yards will be getting mowed (Please let mine be in that number.) Barbecues, Easter egg hunts, laughter, and good times! 

But honey, let’s talk about all the mishaps leading up to this illustrious weekend….the D.C. trial. I can’t even bring myself to write his name. But him, the knee choke murderer. Testimony has been truly sad and I refuse to watch the video evidence again. I can only hope justice is served once and for all. But, what if it is not? What if it’s the “same ole, same ole” when it comes to these trials where it appears the case should be open and shut? What if? Well, in a sad, emotionally detached way, I have come to expect the worst and hope for the best. Some people who will undoubtedly be singing their loudest hallelujahs of the year today thru Sunday,  are the same ones who are hoping this man and others like him are set free. The irony….the hypocrisy is always astounding.  And they sleep peacefully at night with a heart full of hate. I call them demon children, but that’s my analogy of how “it” exists…

As I lay here writing this post, listening to my boys laugh, fuss, kick, and play with each other, I can’t help but feel a bit of sorrow…George Floyd called for his mother….in his last breaths on this side of Heaven. My boys call me nonstop and whether it’s the 1000th time of asking for a popsicle or them calling me to tell me the other is spitting or hitting or calling me because they are not feeling well, I always come. I have always come. I will always come. To think they may call and I can’t come tears into my very core, my existence, my reason….it’s painful to even fathom. 

So as several will be chanting the “Hail Mary” prayer for intercession this weekend, George called his earthly mother as he was transitioning “home”. I will take this weekend to reflect on the true reason for the season and hug my boys a little tighter. Life is precious, time is short, evil is rampant…..and demon children exists, so steer clear. It’s Good Friday y’all!