How easy it is to lose sight of joy when we hit those big pot holes in the journey.
Like when a boorish adult intentionally tries to hurt your son's feelings. Hockey is a contact sport, after all, and there aren't any penalties for emotional cross-checking.
I, like Mary, "ponder these things" in my heart. So the pondering has led to insomnia. Insomnia led to composing a page long complaint to the proper authorities.
"God, give me wisdom," I pray. And God says: "Make it your aim to live a quiet life, mind your own business...." Wait, my son's feelings ARE my business.
"Love your enemies. Pray for them." (Mt. 5:43)
Will I report the bully to the authorities? I don't know yet. Stay tuned.