My heart is so sad tonight for my little grandson. I so miss that joyful laughter he displayed when my son Jordon was tickling him, I miss that little hop and skip happy walk with the arms behind his back, I miss his little blue Kentucky shirt, matching the bright blue eyes.
There is so much as grandparents we did. He loved to have us read to him and loved to point out the characters in the Disney dictionary book. Loved to gather the chicken eggs. Loved to play in the sand pile. Melanie loved to buy him clothes and dress him up.
All this is fast becoming but a memory as this week he moves with Landon and Amber to Biloxi and then on to who knows where, out of our lives.
To see him today broke my heart. That laughter and joy upon his face was missing. Shoeless with ant bites between toes. Old worn out tee and homemade hand me down pants. A large scab above the ankle. Hair straggly in need of a trim. Seemingly something hurting in his mouth. Fingernails I would cut growing long. I could go on.
I am praying diligently that this week some reconciliation is made with us and Amber, and then Landon. The two, in their strong infatuation with one another, have pushed everyone out of their lives.
While the only crime Melanie committed was going to Landon's Air Force graduation against Amber and Landon's wishes, it is not a crime deserving of the death sentence.
I am so weary of Christians, especially my own son and daughter, who claim a walk with Christ, walking so far from the truth, yet expecting everyone else to toe the line.
Father, bring us all to a family again.
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