But I Do

On those days when I feel so angry at the one who hurt these beautiful young women, I want to scream.  Instead, I find myself wanting to make lists of all the things taken away from them.  Then, I also remember that I get the very best of the girls, too.  They are wonderful and amazing; and I get to see all that.  I get to be a part of their lives.  Instead of focusing on the bad, on what is lost, I want to focus instead on the good, on the strength and beauty.

You have no idea how much you damaged my daughters, but I do.
You have no idea what you stole from them, but I do.
You have no remorse, no soul; and I do.  I am stronger and bigger and better than any part of you.

In my prayers I will continue to ask God to heal what you broke- what you broke, damaged and stole from three innocent little girls.

You have no idea what those girls struggle through every single day just to get out of bed, but I do;
and you never give a second thought for what you so maliciously took from girls who had nothing but love to give, but I do.

But you also don't get to see how hard they work and how much they have changed, but I do.
You don't get to be a part of their lives anymore, but I do.
You will never have compassion or love from three beautiful young women, but I do.