i've always loved a good mystery. usually when i'm reading a mystery novel, i can't put it down.
i love the way a story is written. the beginning, the middle, the climax, the end.
i love to see how a crime is solved. when i close a book for the last time, i want to know that my questions are answered and that justice is served.
maybe that's why i always wanted to play clue as a little girl.
this week just hasn't been the week for that, wouldn't you agree?
and i do realize i'm a little late jumping on the casey anthony train.
but i've been thinking about casey anthony's life since tuesday morning at 11:24am while i was waiting for my skinny vanilla latte from the starbucks in target.
i've been following this case along with the rest of the world every single day for months upon months.
and when i left for target on tuesday morning, i honestly had no idea that the verdict would be read 10 minutes later. and when i saw my mom's name come up on my phone at 11:24am, i didn't know that i'd walk around the store aimlessly for the next 20 minutes trying to get my thoughts together.
in those 20 minutes i felt my eyes well up with tears, felt my stomach churn, felt my hands start shaking, and felt my blood literally boil because i just could not believe that casey anthony was going to walk out of that court room a free woman. it was only 4 hours before that i told my husband as he was walking out of the house that morning, "i think casey anthony is going to have an innocent verdict. i'm sick over it. i just don't think there is enough evidence to convict her. and i think i will really struggle with our society if this is true."
and sure enough, her verdict was innocent.
and for 3 and a half days (on top of 3 months and then 3 years) i just haven't been able to let this case go.
regardless if i think casey killed her daughter or not - i, like many of you, just haven't been able to shake the fact that something is just not right. and as i got in my car on tuesday morning, i finally started praying, "Lord, calm me down. help me not be so angry." for some reason, this trial really did a number on me and i really had to work through my emotions afterwards.
and what i've concluded is this:
and what i've concluded is this:
*me and casey are the same. we both deserve death. we both are incredibly terrible people. clearly i have not done some of the things she has done, but i have done a whole lot of other things. and we both have been given a second chance at life and a whole lot of grace that we should not have be given. i also should not be walking around as a free woman.
**Jesus came and died to give us new life. me, you, &casey anthony.
**when i think about a 3-year-old girl's life being taken from her far too early, my heart literally breaks in half. and then when i think of the fact that now there are no leads - there are no answers - there is no one to pay the consequences of this innocent daughter's death, i am angry that no justice is being served. regardless if casey killed her daughter or not (for what it's worth, i do believe that casey anthony had something to do with this death), i wish that this case was being closed with an answer in a box on a shelf in a basement instead of a question mark.
[i believe that justice will happen.
i believe that i am not casey's judge but i believe that she will be judged.
and i believe that casey now has a 2nd chance at life.]
you know what the amazing reality is?
if we receive Jesus Christ - we are set free.
forgiven of any sin we commit.
wiped clean and new.
just like that.
for me, you, &casey anthony.