Sometimes dreams are tossed and blown. Sometimes you must walk dark pathways. Throughout the years, I have listened to hundreds of people telling stories of their broken dreams. One of those people lost custody of her children through no fault of her own. The court placed her children with their abuser, and she languished for years without them. Any dreams that she had ever had for her children were shattered.
She fought the court, many times alone, and without help or comfort. To this very day, she struggles to be allowed to spend time with her children. I have watched her persevere, never giving up, no matter how alone she felt.
Tragically, her story is not an unusual one. I have counseled many mothers who lived similar stories. Statistically, there is no good news. Abusive parents are more likely to seek sole custody of their children than nonviolent ones, and they are successful about 70% of the time. (American Psychological Association, Violence And The Family: Report Of The American Psychological Association Presidential Task Force On Violence And The Family, (1996), available at http://www.apa.org/pi/viol&fam.html)
Always, I found it nearly impossible to comfort a protective mother who had lost her children. They each walked a very dark and lonely path, through storms of the spirit. Remedies to help them get their children back most often failed. So I was left with only one message: that no matter what, God would walk beside them through it all.
When you pray, please remember the mother I mentioned in this post. She struggles still, and would appreciate your prayers and positive thoughts. She is a courageous woman who only wants the best for her children. Here is what she expressed recently:
God is doing great things through me! I’m happy to be the face of justice and change for victims of corruption. The only thing a caring parent should ever have to do if they fear for their child’s life or safety is pick up a phone or drive to a facility. What’s been done here is a disgrace to what our country was founded upon. It makes me extremely disappointed in our system, and angry enough to join [in the struggle] in hopes of change.
I know, beyond a doubt, that she does not walk alone. There is a song that has always been very meaningful to me and to many others. These are the lyrics:
When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, and don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky, and the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain, though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you’ll never walk alone.
Listen to “You’ll Never Walk Alone” at this link: