Focusing on the stupid, cause the real problems are too hard

I complained on Facebook before about the mess our day is turning into.  Our front door won't open from the outside.  Skip's car has been under recall for almost a month, though Toyota refuses to hurry up the process and get it fixed.  Meanwhile, we are not allowed to have anyone other than the driver in the car.  Which we were dealing with until there was a problem with my car starting today.  Plus I'm waiting on some news for a career move that I fear is only going to set me back to square one.

So I had cake for lunch.

In the grand scheme of things, these are not really major problems.  Skip's car will get fixed eventually.  He was able to take off to get mine fixed today.  We already bought a new door handle and dead bolt, so I'll figure out how to put those on later.  We've already had offers from some of my best friends for help.

Tomorrow it'll all be smoothed over.

But I'm choosing to focus on these little problems today, because the real concerns I have are too much for me to deal with.  I've lost track of the amount of cops who have been murdered in the past few weeks.  When cops take their oath, they understand the danger.  They know they will encounter scary situations, will most likely be assaulted at some point of their career.  Will have to see some unspeakable horrors.  Yes, there is a chance they will die.  As a wife I know that can happen.  Car accidents happen, armed robbery suspects shoot when cops show up to stop them.

But that is NOT what's happening these days.  Cops are being hunted down like animals simply because of the uniform they wear.  I no longer feel safe putting a shield in our car, or wearing shirts from Skip's departments.  He could be murdered just for choosing to keep us all safe.

The administration has decided to side with criminals, thus breeding a feeling that it's okay to make matters into your own hands if you don't like cops {you know, for calling you out on doing illegal activity} and kill them.

Every single life in this world matters.  But there is something very scary about our society where the institution of safety officers is being targeted.  If cops aren't safe...how will we be?

I hate that my children are growing up in a world where people hate their dad, just because of his job.  I hate that they are always telling him to be safe, and they cry at night wondering if they'll come home.  I hate that I fear I'll one day be added to the group of thin blue line widows.

Skip was in the police academy when we met, so I knew exactly what I was getting into.  I knew there would be fear and danger.  But after his tour in Iraq, I thought he'd left the war zone where he was being hunted for the uniform he wore.

So when it's all too much, I focus on the stupid and thank God for each day he, and all the other cops I know, are still with us.

But if you have a moment, pray for the fallen, pray for the families.  And next time you want to complain about a cop giving you a speeding ticket, remember that they're next traffic stop could be their last.