The frozen fruit salad is in the freezer, and I'm going to make the green bean casserole in a few minutes. My sister is hosting this year, so I don't have to do the turkey (insert sigh of relief here).
But I have a heavy heart this Thanksgiving. Youngest daughter won't be there. She's in jail.
Yes, she was supposed to be on house arrest. However, she made the decision to not attend the screening interview, which was part of the conditions. It turns out that she skipped it because she was either high, or had used drugs recently enough to show up on the drug test. That automatically revoked the house arrest, and even if it hadn't, we would not have her in the house if she's been using drugs. For a girl who said she never wanted to go to jail again, she sure didn't act like it.
I had to take her to report at the jail on Monday. Next to losing my mom and dad, it was one of the hardest things I've had to do. It's an awful feeling to see your child disappear behind that heavy door, and to know that you've tried everything you possibly could do, and the only thing left to do is pray.
She's in a place that is nearby, so we can visit.
She has access to help.
She'll only be there 6-9 weeks.
She'll have time to think about what kind of a person she wants to be after this.
She'll be away from her boyfriend (we liked him at first, probably because he wasn't a drug user/dealer, but he turned out to be a major con artist).
I have a great support team of family, friends and church.
God has promised that He will never leave me or forsake me.
I'm learning about the "hard" thanks. The ones that you don't want to say, but do anyway. It's not an easy lesson, but...
I think it will be worth it.