I know a mother who lost four children when they were still tiny, their limbs and their features unformed. She wants badly to hold a child that is hers if for only an hour. But she will never know their faces, their genders, until heaven. She weeps. I know a mother who laid her four-month-old baby down for a nap. When she came back the child was gone. My Annalise is four months old. I had stopped worrying about SIDS. The mother weeps. I know a mother—she came to my baby shower with her own smiley baby. I rubbed my belly and hoped for a baby as happy as hers. Now she waits in Haiti with her two young children, captive under kidnappers’ guns not knowing the fate of her babies. We don’t even know hers. Does she weep? I know the mother of this mother. She prays with hot piled words and bated breath to see her baby and her two grandbabies again. She wants to see their lives lived out, their personalities formed. She prays as she weeps. We lost our first baby before it was born and I hated my body for weeks for failing to nurture my child. Only this Monday when I took Annalise to the doctor and he named the patches of dry skin I had noticed, “Eczema,” I felt like a failure for failing to fix it. A problem so small. I try to stretch my mind big as a balloon and wrap it around the pain of these mothers. I cannot. Please. Pray for these mothers.
😭
I have been thinking of the mother’s too… I cannot even imagine. 😭🙏🏼
Yes. Praying constantly.
I can’t even imagine the pain and fear, I can only pray.
🙏🙏
You wrote it beautifully. Praying…
I so enjoy your posts Lucinda!
N yes, my heart aches for those dear captives…. can’t even IMAGINE the pain n suspense of their loved ones..
Our God IS ABLE TO DELIVER…🙏🙏
My heart also aches for those dear people Am praying.
Why? Why? Why? Why?
With my intellect I ‘know’ all the ‘right’ answers and have been focusing on that. But this article pierced my heart and the tears welled up as I allowed myself to feel the pain. Prayers for all mothers (and others) living with unanswered questions.
I can only imagine how hard it must be for family members especially the mothers and grandmothers whose loved ones are they-don’t-even-know-where. Not knowing would be such a heavy grief. I pray for family members of the hostages, especially those few I know. And the parents whose children are with them, it almost hurts just to think of what they may be enduring. May the Lord have mercy! Linda Rose