It is finished.
The Prez never wanted them. But he agreed finally.
15 months was enough.
One is broken. Two are strangely missing (actually this happens a lot). One is tucked away at the moment.
I’m certain and the Prez will be thrilled with my certainty.
They aren’t coming back.
If you have a child or have had a child who has basically disengaged with everyone and everything and is desperate for his iPod at all costs, then you understand.
If you don’t understand, be very grateful.
We have three children who are not addicted to games like mine craft and roblox and clash of clans.
Then we have another who is addicted. It has changed him. In a bad way.
The Lord has repeatedly brought a particular Scripture to my mind in recent days. It wasn’t just for me, though I desperately needed the Word too.
But I am certain it was the voice of The Lord for our son too, one of the ones whose actions and attitudes have brought the Prez and I to a place of desperate, face-to-the-floor prayers.
“LORD, bring them back to You. You say You never let go. Why does it seem like You have?”
And then this over and over again:
“Finally,brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.”
The iPod as it was here just doesn’t line up with this Word. It is the opposite.
I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but I know the iPod isn’t going to a part of our home anymore.
They aren’t welcome in our home anymore.