I am tired of seeing brokenness in the lives of my friends.
-she has 2 kids. they each have different dads and she's had a 3rd husband since her youngest was born, but he's moved on again. now she's sick and in the hospital, but there's not him taking care of her.
-she has 2 husbands and 2 children and one husband is raising a little girl believing she is his. does anyone actually know though?
-her husband abuses her, but she is 9 months pregnant and doesn't want to leave before she has the baby. And she doesn't want to go back to her mom because her mom (raising her other kids already) didn't like the guy in the first place and didn't want her to run off with him.
-she's nervous her second husband and father of her 2 boys may abuse her 13 year old daughter from her first marriage.
-she's raising kids that are hers and one who was his. he decided it was time for something new and left.
and the thing that really gets me is these are all amazing women. some of them I love so much and what I don't understand is why or how they keep ending up in relationships like this and how could it be different. all of these women are poorer than not, but still - I don't think it's all that much different if you have money to spare, just enough to know where your next meal is coming from or nothing at all.
but they're worth so much more than that. I don't know some of the guys at all and I don't know any of the guys all that well, but I know these girls are precious and of value beyond measure - definitely beyond being used and discarded like a throw away coffee cup (condom?) they are not for one time use, but yet I see so many.
And then there are the kids who most often are left with the ones and miss out on the amazing role a dad can play in their lives. so mom is left with an ache in her heart and too many responsibilities for one person to fill not including the fact that she wasn't meant to play half those roles anyway. and the kids are then introduced to the string of husbands and half-siblings that follow.
-he's 9 and has scars on his face from his dad abusing him and his mom when he was a baby.
-he's 8 and had to ask his mom to please watch his little sister and brother every day so he could go study English for an hour.
my prayer is that these women would find their worth and value in Jesus and be secure in his identity for them and that these children would not follow in the footsteps of their parents here, but would become the generation which says we've seen the brokenness and know there must be a better way. This can't be all there is. We will make a better world by living differently.