I made it to the YMCA this morning for the fourth day in a row. But I found myself crying on the treadmill. Now, if you know me very well, you know I just don't bother to cry about things.
But this morning there are four situations in the lives of other people that I can't blog about. One of them is adoption related and because of confidentiality I can't share details. The others are just people I know or have heard of who are going through some really bad times right now -- times that are a result of things happening that just aren't FAIR.
The one that is adoption related has me completely furious. It is probably bringing back my own post-traumatic stress from the "Child in Need of Protection" court activities we endured when Bart and I could not longer keep Mike or John safe at home. But this situation is way worse than ours. And the bottom line is this: County Child Protection Workers are only taught one way to approach families, and they apply it to all families. This is incredibly insulting to adoptive families who have taken on very difficult children and have been living in stress and chaos for months when finally they are forced to ask for help. Then they are treated as though they are the problem. Something has to happen with this. It's just incredibly unfair. If I could share details you would be LIVID. Trust me.http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
So as I was going through all these unjust things that were happening to people I know -- things that are just plain WRONG -- I was choking back tears as I slowly trudged along on the treadmill. There is nothing that I can say or these people to make things OK, and I'm not sure there is anything I can do. I hate feeling hopeless and powerless and watching people suffer.
The last two days I have blogged in my Scripture Blog about suffering and it's purposes and so today when this song came on my Ipod the tears flowed even faster. It's not my job to do anything. I can't fix anything. But my job is to wait for God to act and to remind others that He is faithful.