BROKEN PIECES (pg 3)
Two years had now passed since Janet and her husband separated. Two lonely, hard years which had been filled with doubts. When would the pain ever stop? Would the future ever get better? It felt like her life lay in the balance.
Throughout the sorrows of her life, Janet had come to know the Lord; that God is good and forgives, but her faith wavered at times and she wondered if she would make it. For the harsh reality of being a single mother was a heavy responsibility. She was thankful for family and friends, and that in the nineties, society was more acceptable to her plight, but having two young children and a home to look after played heavily on her mind.
“There’s no more time to weep” thought Janet, “I must get to bed.” Soon she had the broken pieces picked up, and put into an old shoe box, sitting on the kitchen floor, ready for the garbage in the morning.
Janet tiptoed into Bonnie’s room. As usual her blanket had been kicked off. Gently, Janet tucked the soft blanket around her little daughter, placed a kiss on her head, then went to Paul’s room. Paul was rolled up like a little small ball, and was lying right at the bottom of the bed, as the rest of the bed was covered with toy trucks and cars. Janet quickly tidied the bed, putting the toys on the floor, then tucked Paul safely into bed, placing a kiss on his head. “My little sweethearts look so cute. Oh how I love them.” Quietly she slipped into her bedroom.
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