Nothing holds the girls attention for more than a few seconds. It’s hard to find anything to adequately distract the mind from where you are waiting; the victim-witness waiting room. There’s too much gravity in this space. Reality weighs a ton here in the victim-witness waiting room.
I enlisted a few people to pray for me today; I thought I’d need it. I prayed for myself today, and I prayed for Timmy:
Lord, I pray for Timmy. Protect him and hold him in Your hand. As he walks through the consequences of past events, please walk with him. Lord, make him aware of Your Presence. May he learn and know that You are a friend that sticks closer than a brother.