The Visit

After the divorce papers came many many court hearings. Mom felt that we weren't suppose to fight for our house so we didn't. We ended up losing our house and having to move. We had no clue where we were going to move to but I knew it would be okay and it was. We now rent a house and we have amazing landlords. Praise God! My dad ended up fighting for custody of us children. The court decided that we would have to go to my Dad's house every other Saturday. When this news reached my ears I felt trapped. I couldn't move! "Why God?  Haven't we been through enough??" The night I heard this news I was on the phone with my best friend Stacy for a very long time. All I could do was cry. She was amazing through this difficult time. She would cry with me and just listen to me. Soon those dreaded Saturdays came. All of us children were always a mess the week we had to go see Dad. Saturday morning would dawn on us way too soon:( Before we went outside into Dad's vehicle, Mom would gather us in a circle and pray God's protection over us. This is the reason I believe we made it out of my Dad's house on some of those visits without being harmed. After Mom was finished praying we would go out and some of us would have to sit in the trunk of Dad's envoy because he didn't have enough seats for us. We would travel about two hours then we would be at Dad's house. Him and his girlfriend would try to have stuff for us to do. The day always seemed so much longer than normal. Once it was evening we would meet mom and one of the couples from church in town and then we would head home. We did this for a couple months. We kept praying something would happen that we wouldn't have to go again. One Saturday we we got ready to go see Dad again. We prayed just like we always did not knowing how important the prayer was for today and how much we would need it. Like usual   Dad came and picked us up and we headed for his house. That Saturday Dad told us he remarried. That was only the start of that dreadful Saturday. Due to some people not wanting me to post what happened next I will not post it. All I will say is that day I ended up  sitting outside in the lawn holding Tyler and sobbing for hours. Finally the day was over and we could go home. We kept praying we wouldn't have to go back! That visit ended up being our last visit. Dad called a couple Saturdays later and said he doesn't have enough money to come get us anymore so we stopped going. That visit affected my brothers and I in so many ways. But I believe that with God we can overcome it. This year at LBS I learned that with God we can overcome anything and with God I overcame this visit and I was free of it! Please continue to pray for my family. Thankyou:)