In The Light of Day

I'm still breathing. I'm not crying...as much. I stayed home today with Asher. He was good medicine to my heart. We played and watch videos and read a lot. Beth picked up their latest pictures from Sears. The proofs had been good, but the finished product was wonderful. I'll see if I can get her to help me put one one for you to see.

I got several calls about work. I only took two. Voicemail is a good thing. I'm going to work tomorrow. My heart isn't in it, but I'm just too blasted responsible to turn into a turtle. After spending the day with Asher I decided I could get quite used to the role of full-time mema. But since Nelson just bought me a car I probably ought to stay employed...sigh.

The attorney who represented me originally called today. He's such a precious man. He has several clients who he's representing in situations very similar to mine and he is arguing against the constitutionality of this law. He recommended that I seek local counsel because it would just be far too expensive to have him travel across the state to represent me.

I have sought the recommendations of trusted people here in town. I contacted one of the women in my Sunday school class. Her county position is that of filling all the juries (I can't remember what the official title is). She gave some good advice on who consider and who to avoid. I also asked Dan and Bob (higher ups of Transformation Network). Finally, I had Nelson ask Mr. R at work. I really respect his opinion--besides he has personal connections in the State Attorney General's Office.

I got up early this morning and went to the office before any one got there to make sure my files were in order and important paperwork was locatable. Have I mentioned my over-functioning sense of responsibility? When I left work on Monday I had intended to put things back together before I set out from town this morning. Once more I'm reminded of the lesson my mother tried to drill into me in my youth: don't put off til tomorrow what you can do today.

Later in the morning when my head was a little clearer I pulled out the letter and read the whole thing a few times. My classification has changed. It is the worst one. I am now mandated to report every 90 days for the rest of my life. It will also be required to notify all my neighbors of my presence.

I do have to opportunity to appeal. That's why I need to secure legal representation. I have 60 days from the receipt of the letter to appeal the change of classification and notification. I just don't have any idea how that will go.

I need a miracle. I need favor in the courts. These will be my daily prayers for the next 60 days. If you need more than that to pray about: pray that I will connect with the best attorney for my situation; pray that I will conduct myself appropriately; and pray away the spirit of despair.