I'm so sad. I feel sick to my stomach. Nothing lets you prepare for this. Nothing, nothing, nothing at all.
Tonight I had to be the one to tell one of our teen moms at Hope House that the father of her two babies is dead. He was killed early this morning in a single car accident in the mountains. He was ejected from the vehicle and died instantly.
His sister came unannounced to the door because she was afraid it would be released and she would find out in a bad way. So she came and what can you do? I'll never forget her face. She knew. She just looked at me with huge eyes and said "what is going on? Is it bad? It's bad, isn't it?" I said, "Yes, it's bad". Then she heard his sister say he was dead and she just lost it.
She's 7 months pregnant with his baby and he's gone. He was going to be in the delivery room with her. I just held her and I could feel her stomach sobbing in and out and all I could think was of the little baby in there and that she'll never know her daddy. Then I thought of sweet Anya alseep in her crib so unaware that she'll never remember her daddy, either.
SO MUCH BROKENNESS, LORD!!!!!! WHY??? I BELIEVE YOU CRY, SO LET HER SENSE YOUR TEARS AND NOT YOUR NEGLECT.
I must remember the words I wrote 4 years ago and still believe tonight
I keep trying to figure you out
But all I see is more mystery
But I've felt your loving arms around my heart
So this is real enough for me
Real enough for me
a father to the fatherless
Real enough for me
a shelter in the wilderness
Real enough for me
so even when my eyes can't see
Still I know your love is real enough for me
When shades of doubt come and cloud my eyes
and I can't see you standing here
then I will hold tight to the unseen hands
and let go of all my fears
You're real enough for me
a father to the fatherless
real enough for me
a shelter in the wilderness
real enough for me
so even when my eyes can't see
still I know your love is real enough for me
still I know your love is real enough for me
1 comment:
Krista, Know that this young teen can sense Our Father anguish through your tears. You are an instrument of love for Our God. I pray for you as you minister and pray for these young mothers who are hurting.
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