Today I heard from a mama who is mourning her baby girl who made her way to Jesus early this morning. The poem in the last post was written with her in mind.
Heaven just got a little sweeter.
Hours later, I got a note from another mama who is mourning her baby girl who has run far from Jesus.
She asked for prayer. Deliberate, heartfelt prayer for this girl whose boo boo’s this mama used to kiss and whose scraped knees she would bandage.
This baby girl has grown and so have her wounds.
This brilliant and beautiful girl has abandoned her own precious babies and has immersed herself in a world of drugs and prostitution, deceived by the notion that she can run from and numb her pain.
She is now homeless and pregnant. And completely lost.
My friend is desperate for her daughter’s rescue from the streets, from her life of ugly darkness. She longs for her child to be whole again, to see that gorgeous face beam with a genuine smile and hear those laughs that come straight from the belly.
She aches to watch her daughter be a mother to her babies and embrace the life she was meant to have.
Everything in her wants to run to the prodigal she can’t find and throw her arms around her to keep her safe.
She feels helpless.
There is something in a mother that dies when her child dies, a part of her that feels as lost as the child who is wandering.
I have been both of those mothers. To my knowledge, there is no greater pain.
So, I’m asking you with everything in me to pray for these women.
Two mama’s who lost their babies and one mama who lost her way.
Mama A, Mama D, and Mama T
Three hearts in need of healing, three souls passionately loved by Jesus.
Three miracles in the making…
