caylee marie.

I watched with bated breath when the judge announced that the clerk would soon be reading the verdict in the Casey Anthony murder trial. I could tell by the way he thumbed through the papers that the verdict would be

Not guilty.

I had a feeling it would happen this way, but I was hoping with every fiber of my being that it wouldn't.

I respect the law incredibly. I am even seriously considering going to law school one day. My favorite courses in grad school were the media law seminars. I dig the judicial system. So, I understand that she was found not guilty based on the lack of evidence. There was no proof beyond any doubt that she did, in fact, murder her daughter. The verdict makes sense, legally.

But we all know she did it.

Tonight, there is an event circulating around Facebook asking folks to turn on their porch lights at 9pm tonight in remembrance of Caylee Anthony. I will be joining in on this. I think it's a lovely gesture. The event indicates that the lights will be on for Caylee to see and know that her little life mattered. This whole thing just makes me so depressed.

I mourn for the little girl who's life was stolen from her. I mourn for women who so desperately yearn to be mothers, but who, for whatever reason, can't be, yet this woman was blessed with a perfectly healthy child and disposed of her like she was trash.

My heart breaks for every child out there who has no voice.

I am thankful, though, that this world is not my home and that this world is not all I have to look forward to.

Sweet girl, your little life did matter. And in your tragic death and story, you bring us all back to the Giver of all good things. We take comfort in knowing that you forever live in glory, free from all harm and resting peacefully in Jesus's arms.