Charleston … I’m sorry …
Sorry that we continue to allow mass shootings
Sorry that we live in a world where this can exist
Sorry that lax gun laws and accessibility to firearms is not properly addressed
Sorry for your tremendous grief and hurt
Sorry to see your loved ones cry, to see your precious children traumatized
Sorry that this nation grieves … again … over a senseless shooting … again.
Our hearts. Our prayers. Our grief … is with you.
I can’t imagine losing a child. At any age. My eyes begin to well up with tears at the thought. It’s so unnatural. It’s just not the way it should be.
How do you say goodbye …
to the early years, bathing and feeding, tickling and hugging, kissing and holding.
the elementary years, of discovery and wonder, where everything is new and exciting
the teen years, of growth and development, of patience (or trying of patience for you)
the adult years, of friendship and laughter, of memories and bonds. Of caring and commitment.
My heart hurts for Vice President Biden, and the scores of other parents who have had to do it. You are truly in my thoughts and prayers.
How do you say goodbye to your baby? I don’t know …
I initially just sat, in stunned shock. Maybe it’s one of those internet hoaxes, I hoped, devouring every article I could read on the subject. But it wasn’t. My heart broke. Dr. Myles Munroe is gone.
It wasn’t just that he was a great spiritual leader. He was. It wasn’t just that he was a best-selling author, and world-renowned. Again, he was. But the profound depth of sadness that I feel, along with countless others, is the impact of this man.
Impact. The impact to show God’s love and compassion to a hurting world. Impact. The impact to help me stretch beyond the limits of what I thought was possible … to believe in me because of the limitless God within me. Impact. The impact to change the thinking and mindset of a generation … to help us see the Lord Jesus Christ is indeed an Almighty, Awesome God! Impact.
That is the word I choose now to describe Dr. Munroe, and his wife, Ruth, whose imprint was surely a part of his ministry.
Thank you, Dr. and Mrs. Munroe, for your obedience to God, and your impact.
I remember vividly what I was doing that day.
I was at work, and heard on the radio about the attacks on the twin towers.
I initially thought there was no way it could be real, like the War of the Worlds broadcast.
But it was. Very real.
I watched people jump for their lives … to their deaths.
I wept with countless Americans … over the tragic loss of life … over the senseless cruelty of it all.
I cried out to God to heal our land … and our people.
I watched a nation come together on one accord, to help the hurting. To comfort. To support.
September 11, 2001 left an indelible imprint on me, on our nation, on the world.
May we honor the memory of those who lost their lives, and continue to pray for their families.
A few weeks old, you filled me with joy.
Fun guesses … will you be a girl or a boy.
Excitement, giddy with thoughts of you.
A blessing for us, full of life anew.
An answer to prayer, cause to celebrate,
Time to prepare, for this wonder so great.
Yet the moment was fleeting, happiness so real.
The sudden turn left feelings … unexpected to feel.
I knew you, I felt you, you were mine from day one.
It doesn’t seem fair. Life hadn’t even begun.
As I fight the tears, through gripping pain,
Some days I can’t move, others I sustain.
My heart is broken, only God can heal.
Thank Him for His presence; I know He is real.
This too shall pass … though hurt I won’t deny.
As I say to my precious little one gone too soon … Goodbye.