From Motion to Miracle

The Road from June 9 to This Friday

When silence became the evidence, and one sentence exposed the system.

On June 9, I filed what some called just another motion. For me it was a request to intervene, to be heard, and to place truth in the record. But I knew it was more than paper.
It was a spark against stone.

Between that filing and this Friday’s hearing, hundreds of pages have moved through the system, but not one has moved me from the conviction that what’s broken must be seen.

You’ve walked parts of this road with me already — through Justice Without Scales,
Weighing the Gathering, and most recently, Adoption Backlog. Each post a breadcrumb. Each revelation a window cracked just wide enough for light to pour in.

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The Long Silence Between

The summer passed in filings, hearings, and letters stamped received but not read. Every time I asked for transparency, a new rule appeared. Every time I complied, the goalposts shifted just out of reach. Then came the moment I will never forget.

During one proceeding, an agency representative made a statement, I will paraphrase it, but it amounted to this:

They were willing to work with me…
until I exercised my legal rights.

Until I appealed to the courts. Until I spoke to the media about systemic issues. And that, they said, was “the kicker.” That was “the last straw.”

That was when they shifted from oversight to retaliation, using official proceedings as leverage instead of remedy. Not because of danger. Not because of safety. Not because of misconduct. But because I had sought due process. Because I had spoken publicly about the system. Because I had done the very things a citizen is allowed, even encouraged to do.

I sat there thinking: Did they really just say that out loud? Did they really just admit the motive wasn’t protective — but punitive? Yes, they did. Said casually, almost matter-of-factly, yet it revealed something few people ever hear spoken in the child-welfare world:

It was a moment when the mask didn’t just slip. It fell off.

And then, another line surfaces, spoken like a shrug, but landing like a second confession:

“The system isn’t set up for adoption.”

Once you hear truth like that,
you cannot un-hear it.

Both statements were different doors to the same room. Sometimes the system uses its power not to safeguard children - but to silence adults.

The Paper Trail of Light

From June until now, I’ve learned something unexpected: paper can preach. Each exhibit became a testimony: letters, transcripts, call logs, and certified proofs that together whispered, “You cannot silence what was written in faith.”

When I stood before the administrative hearing officer in October, I carried not anger, but record. Every sealed envelope a prayer for exposure. Every response (or lack thereof) a page in the living archive of truth that refuses to be buried.

Those of you who read No Fear: Standing Before the Court know the stance I take:
steady knees, clear eyes, and no apology for courage.

What This Friday Represents

I can’t yet share confidential details. But this Friday is where the first fracture in the silence becomes visible. Another hearing. But more than that: a reckoning between record and rhetoric.

It’s the day the hidden becomes speakable. The day the questions turn outward. The day the system must answer not to reputation, but to reality.

As it approaches, I keep returning to a line from 33 Minutes in Heaven, “Sometimes resurrection begins in paperwork.”

Threads That Hold

I think of Bread for My Son when I pray for those still trapped in the machinery of child welfare. I think of The Owl’s Audit when I watch oversight committees pretend blindness. I think of The Day I Went Toe to Toe with Goliath when I remember that obedience to truth sometimes looks like defiance to man. Each piece has been part of a living conversation with my Father in heaven and angels on earth.

Closing: Between Fire and Feather

As this Friday’s hearing draws near, I feel the same pulse that started this whole series;
that quiet fire under Baby Oliver and the faith that framed My Vindication Song.

What began as a motion has become a movement - a declaration that truth is not contempt, and transparency is not rebellion. I can’t promise the outcome. But I can promise this: No matter what they file, what they redact, or what they deny - light remembers. And light records.

If you feel led to pray...

Please pray for all those involved in the case this Friday. Pray for the child whose future is on the line. Pray for the people who will speak. And pray for real justice - the kind that protects, heals, and restores.