Bits of Glass

I watched my two little girls enjoying their baskets full of candy and bunnies.   We sat in the living room, me in pajamas, the girls in mismatched play clothes.   We tried to be quiet so we would not awaken the sleeping giant that was my husband and their father.   He had given strict instructions the night before that he was to be allowed to sleep.   When asked about the girls Easter baskets, he said, “Video tape it for me.   I want to sleep.”   I knew better than to ask about church.   Crossing him would bring yelling, cursing, and probably a beating.   It was best to let the giant sleep.      I knew in my heart this was not how Easter should be.   I knew in my heart this was not how life should be.   I had prayed for months that God would show me what to do.   If I was to stay things had to change.   If I was to get out it would take divine intervention.   Although I couldn’t see it, God was answering my prayers.   He was standing ready to rescue me and my two toddler dau

          For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.   As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.   Isaiah 55:8-9 This is not how I thought it would be .   I was nineteen and hopelessly in love, and I imagined happily ever after.   Reality brought heartache, betrayal, and abuse.   Reality brought criminal activity, my husband’s arrest and imprisonment.   Reality brought divorce, something I’d sworn I’d never do. This is not how I thought it would be .   When that perfect baby boy was born I imagined his future to be bright.   I just knew he was built for football!   I was certain we would have many happy years together.   Reality brought a wreck on an icy road.   Reality brought funeral plans for a five-year old.   This is not how I thought it would be .   When my ex-husband got out of prison he looked so good.   He was clean and sober.   He had a job.   He