"Jesus continues to be the constant in our lives" by: Betsy Monico

   I am on an emotional rollercoaster tonight. 
   My two sons and nephew did not do worth a flip with their lambs in the Freestone County Livestock Show this week. 
   My other adopted son, Tyler did not show this year. 
   I missed him, but was thankful at the close of Wednesday that my disappointment only included three young men and not four. 
   My youngest gave up a few years ago on her showing days. 
   She is an amazing athlete and competes fiercely, but for some reason – her lamb projects sent her to the trash can throwing up. She gracefully opted out two years ago, but my boys kept on. 
   The competition is tough! 
   Our county may be small, but not the quality of animals. 
   At the close of the pig show Friday, I finished up a yard job and headed by to water the lambs. 
   The news I discovered sent me into tears. 
   Somehow – because of the multiple kids showing multiple animals, our three made the sale!  
   The other moment of my week worth mentioning was participating in the “Juneteenth Celebration Walk” that began at Dogan Friday night and ended up at the courthouse. 
   I cannot quite wrap my mind around it, but Jennifer Ward did last week with her Facebook post. 
   Jennifer is a Teague native, mother of three, and now resides in Fairfield. 
   Until I can gather my thoughts, I am sharing hers. 
   Cory and I participated in a protest against racism in Teague this morning. 
   I would like to share a little bit about my experience.
   Cory was excited. I was nervous. This is something that is out of my element. 
   I have never been to any kind of protest before. 
   In general, I don’t like the unknown of situations. “Cory just jumps into things way better than I do.” 
   Because we live in Fairfield now, I don’t know much about what goes on in Teague, as I like to call it. 
   So, I didn’t know many of the people there.
   A pastor prayed and we started walking. 
   Several Teague police officers walked with us and had the road blocked off. 
   I am thankful they were there. I am thankful that everyone was respectful to the officers.
   It was very peaceful.
   There was several different chants going at different times.
“You don’t have to understand. Please, just stand” was one.... I am trying to understand. 
   I don’t think I will ever truly understand, even though I want to, but I can stand. 
   We are trying to teach our kids to want to understand others, too.
   When we watch the news or hear about all the things going on, there is a sense of helplessness. 
   Walking today felt like a way to stand for something.
   I almost cried several times. 
   The people we walked with today want to be heard. 
   People all across our country want to be heard. 
   I am trying to listen. 
   I am leery of saying the wrong thing. 
   I worry way too much about offending or upsetting someone.
But this isn’t about me!
   I will end with this. 
   The other night I hugged Hayden, my 18 year son who is as tall as I am. 
   And I cried. (He didn’t know I cried. Crying makes him nervous.)
   I cried because I don’t have to worry about people treating him different because of the color of his skin and so many black mommas have to worry about that for their black sons.
   And that makes me sad.
   Back to my own words - the county fair this week was different, much like our world in 2020. 
   We better all cling to what I learned long ago – Jesus Christ is the only constant we will ever know and He loves us all. 
   Be blessed this week in Him.

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