i don't watch much tv. ever. it's almost to a fault how much i don't know about what's going on locally and in the world. i did, however, follow one certain case. one case about a beautiful little girl who's life was taken from her all too soon.
in the spring and summer of 2008 i spent a lot of time on the couch trying to get my firstborn to nurse. oftentimes, while i sat there, i turned on the tv to watch reports of caylee anthony's disappearance and the mystery surrounding it.
and yesterday i sat on the edge of the couch, at 2:15 pm, watching MSNBC as the verdict was about to be announced. my stomach was turning and my heart was beating fast. guilty, guilty, guilty, i whispered.
caleb called me after he saw the verdict in the break room at work, knowing i had been watching at home. i was choked up talking to him and i even shed a few tears. a few tears for a little girl who never deserved the horrific things that happened to her. a few tears of happiness knowing that she was with Jesus and a prayer that He comes soon. a few tears for the unknown.
when it comes down to it, the jury did what it was called to do. there was no solid evidence that casey anthony killed her daughter, even though all of us believed it for many, many reasons. some said that they did what was fair but not what was right.
i wanted justice for this sweet baby girl. i wanted to know the truth. i wanted to hear that casey was guilty. would i have known it the truth if the verdict was guilty? no, but my heart would have felt better. my own sinful heart would have felt better knowing that this woman, whom i believe is guilty, served time for taking her own daughter's life. my own sinful heart saw her sin as so much greater than mine.
i watched twitter blow up over this verdict. i saw and read tweet after tweet after tweet of shock, disgust, and anger.
i was shocked, disgusted, and angry, too.
i read a tweet from my beautiful friend, debra. she said "forever her guilt/innocence will be disputed, reminds me of my own guilt & crazy wild forgiveness."
Jesus died my soul to save.
Jesus died casey anthony's soul to save?
yes, Jesus died casey anthony's soul to save.
do i personally believe she was a part of her daughter's death? yes, i do.
i could be wrong, i could be right.
but, today, as quickly as i picked up each stone to throw it, i sat it back down and prayed.
what do you think?