The trial ended in Mobile and the jury handed down a guilty verdict yesterday for manslaughter. I don't know how to categorize this, because it doesn't change the tragedy and even before I received the update, I knew the emptiness the family would face. They will need our continued prayers as they have determined to face today and tomorrow with the strength of faithfulness and the courage carved from great love.
Then a few minutes ago, I heard my son continuing to lament about something he feels is unjust or wrong in his world. His daddy asked him about a few of the details, trying to get the whole story. When Joey offered to intervene, Wade declined saying that he would rather handle it himself. He also said he wanted to wait until he could address it in an appropriate manner.
I don't even care who is right and who is less than right. This boy, this young man will make his own way. He isn't perfect and has much to learn about just and unjust and right and wrong and all that's in between.
Nevertheless, I am thankful for his confidence, his strength, for his strong sense of responsibility and so very proud of him.
I'm not sure why I got to be his mom, but being his mom is a good thing.