Tomorrow we or I go into the world of man’s law. Many people
may think they live in this world of man’s law every day and I guess to a point
they do: speeding limits, work uniforms, following codes, paying fines, etc. There
are some of us who are, no matter the circumstances, obliged to cross our family
lives and members into the world of man’s law because of choices we have made for
our families or ourselves out of what we deemed best. And in a lot of those
situations, I think people chose to do what was right or best for their
families in the long run. I do know that good or bad, some had no choice at
all.
I had a choice. I chose life for my child, life free of
physical harm for myself, and a journey that would be very difficult but lead
me back to my faith and my family. This choice entered me and my child into the
world of man’s law that I am speaking of. The one I enter into again tomorrow –
full of prosecutors, respondents, defendants, magistrates, and lastly judges.
It’s the latter one that decides either if I know what is “best” for the child
I have been nurturing and raising for 4 years or if he knows best. A man who I
have never met.
I know that when I enter man’s world the other part of my
kiddo’s last name will likely be present and possibly (due to history of my
experience in the world of man’s law) declare mis-truths about me or himself. I
wish I could say he was a Godly man or believed in God, however, I can say
neither which makes the world of man’s law a little more difficult.
So once again I fluff and hang the court clothes on the
door, get my papers ready, say more than one prayer, and prepare to perform the
task I learned of holding my own hand behind my back pretending it belongs to
someone else, shoulders back, and face man and his world of law.
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