Welcome back to our blog. Another post from me again. Little “D” again haunts my thoughts and my conscience. I am once again sharing from my heart. May God stir your heart too.
“At the end of the hall as the evening light fades, the day is drawing to an end. It is only 5:30 but it is time to go to bed. Oh sweet little “D”, in your prison of darkness, you are carried and put into the furthest room away from everyone. All alone in your crib, you call out from the darkness with no one to hear your voice, no one to rock you, to tuck you in, to sing you a lullaby. No one to tell you they love you and that they will be with you forever. No one to call your their daughter. No one to help you break out of the darkness and understand the world of light. No one to unlock your dark lonely cell.
Wyatt sweetly asks me if Jesus has forgotten to put mud on your eyes so that you can see. I ask if the church has forgotten to care that you and millions like you even exist. We the church, too caught up with our Starbucks, our Facebook, our Instagram, our t.v. shows and our lives to even realize that a dear sweet daughter of the king of kings goes to bed alone night after night without ripple of notice.
Oh God forgive me, forgive us of our selfishness in not realizing that is precious child was made in your image and that you didn’t forget to put mud on her eyes but perhaps we need you to put mud on our eyes so that our eyes may be opened to see “D” as you see her. Why have we chosen to just look away and let this precious child live not seeing physically while we choose to not see spiritually because it would be too hard, too uncomfortable, too expensive, too much for us. Oh Lord,forgive us I pray. Forgive us and teach us to love like you do. Open our eyes and grant us sight that we may see the little “D”’s all around us. Amen”
Mother of 11 and writes this blog.