Wrestling Deeply With Justice
Monday, July 6th, 2015I have been waiting patiently for the events that were put in motion to find a resting place in justice served. I believed, because I was told, that justice would be swift. It has not been. It has been a slow wait inside and outside. Waiting to wake up one morning and not have this boulder sitting on my head.
The problem, I told Ellen, is that I want justice when it will only bring misery with it.
I’m rounding the bottom here and am hovering over depression and “re-entry troubles” but my faith in myself and my son is better than it was before – #wegotthis – regardless if justice is served warm or cold.
Justice will be served.