Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Pray For "C"

She pushed me away and I can't get her out of my mind. Yes, this young lady has gone through so much for as young as she is. Pray that God heals her, will you?

I first got a letter back in October of last year maybe? This girl went through the ultimate betrayal; The molestation by her father. He also allowed his friends to rape her and to this day or as of last writing, they were harassing her after she'd had her father jailed and had been ripped from her home. You can read about it here;

You Hold the Key

Your Life

I offered her my help from day one. I even gave her my personal phone number and begged her to call me. She never called.

I've received a few letters, not as bad as hers but letters from those in distress, no where to turn, simply looking for some direction. In her case and I'll call her "C" I'd promised to help her if she only told me where she was. She wouldn't and all I had was an email address. I contacted my local Police and they basically said their hands were tied. How shallow and shameful?

After C had taken my advice and called her local authorities, had her father jailed for the abuse and so forth, she'd written and told of being followed, emailed, threatened and was getting phone calls from the men who'd molested her, her fathers friends. I didn't know what to do or how to help, especially if she wouldn't call me or tell me where she was. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't let me help her?

I contacted my local police department after I'd moved to a new town. I knew many of these Officers personally and begged them for their help. Their hands were tied as well but they did cut to the chase and referred me to the F.B.I. who were as cooperative as possible. The Agent also informed me that her situation was dire at best, if this girl wouldn't share where she was. I mean they couldn't search or whatever you might think simply from an email address. After giving them all the info, I contacted C again and told her that I'd talked to an Agent and she could contact them, they'd be more than happy to help her. C became angry with me and put me on "Notice." She stated that I was not to do anything further.

Again, I still could not comprehend what was going on? I realize now that once your trust in the closest thing to your heart, your daddy, is broken, it has the most profound effect on trusting anyone every again. My frustration poured forth and I was almost angry that she would not allow me to help her. All she had to do was call me or let me know where she was and I would make the calls, do whatever it took to make her safe. No trust.

When things are beyond our reach, out of our control, seemingly unfixable, I realize that I must,
"Let Go & Let God." Why didn't I go to my heavenly Father before now? I was trying to do it all myself. Why didn't I see this before?

I pray for Divine Intervention. I pray that C is safe. I pray for Angels to be placed all around her and no more harm will be done to this little girl. I pray that God will choose to heal her troubled soul. I pray that He steps in and takes control. I pray that the damage done to her impressionable mind will be healed. I pray for her calm assurance. I pray that trustworthy people will find her and release her from this torment as she must be so scared and alone. Yes, my God can do all these things and I wish I'd turned to him before this. I've learned a valuable lesson;

When in doubt, just reach out. Can't get through it, ask God to do it. Can't see the Light, pray for God's Might. And in your darkest hour call on God's Power!


Please pray with me for C




You Hold the Key

Your Life

Thursday, July 10, 2008

My Prayer; Doors of Understanding


Heavenly Father,

I am more than grateful for all you have bestowed upon me and even more so for the wisdom to see such things, such wonderful situations as gifts. Many times, more than not, I have prayed to you for wisdom and discernment. I do believe you have given these gifts to me on a consistent and daily basis. But most of all, to appreciate the smallest of things, whether monetary, emotional or even a scenario, a chance encounter, a brief interlude or reunion of souls, I have and can enjoy and see the value. I am rich beyond the richest.

My Lord, you have blessed me with the ability to use my empathy to help others. It took quite some time to stop the "poor me's" or even the "why me's" to come to the conclusion that all things happen for a reason. As well, I now know that everything happens for a reason, it is Divine Destiny with no such thing as luck coincidence or magic. When I became this, with the scales fallen from my eyes and I was one who could see, it opened many doors of understanding. It was as if I almost learned the Secret to Life.

Being aware of this, the comprehension of blessings surely allows me to become grateful for even the smallest of things. But I do realize this starts with faith born/based behavior. Sweet Jesus, I thank you for the finite of faith, that faith of a child I have been privy to. It is simple, so very simple in it's complexities.

As I spoke with my oldest Grandson, Lil Bill, I can see why we must have the faith of a child. I can also see that I am charged with making sure this child, on what may seem his lonliest night, knows that he is never ever alone. It eludes me as to why I was speaking to him about it all but I was speaking about application of faith. Me and Lil Bill have talked quite a bit as of late. He thrives on these intimate moments.

I was relating to him, concerning his belief in You, my Lord.

I asked him if he believed in You? He said that he did but couldn't answer me, just why he believed. "I'm glad you believe." I blew into his face and asked him if he could feel my breath? He, of course stated that he could. I said, did you see my breath? He said that he didn't, "But you know it was my breath, right?" He shook his head "yes." I took him to the kitchen window and had him observe the trees, the leaves gently caressed by the wind. "Do you see the leaves, the branches moving?," I asked to which he nodded yes. "Do you see the wind that is blowing it?" He looked at me puzzled and shook his head "No." "He smiled. I smiled. "That's exactly what Jesus is like, just like the wind, the air. You do know without that air, you will die, don't you?" He looked puzzled again. "God is that air, that wind. You can't see him but He is there, He is the wind. He sees all that we do and we are never alone, Lil Bill. And without Him we will die." Now he had a serious look on his face and a depth of understanding in his eyes. Ah the faith of a child...


Lord forgive me for not being more readily available. My sweet Jesus convict me and place it upon my heart to teach these grandchildren that they need only to come to you, in good and bad, sickness and in health all the days of their lives. Allow me this time to teach them that while you don't always give out a charmed life and that they will suffer the growing pains of salvation, you will always be there with love, calm assurance and you will hold their hand in the worst of times. Allow me to show them that they must not count on anything but you my King of Kings. Allow me to instill in them that all things good come from the Father but I want them to recognize those things and see them plainly, clearly.