I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2
A sweet 15-month-old neighbor is resting in the arms of Jesus tonight. It just isn’t supposed to happen this way. She is supposed to be here, with us, with her mommy and daddy and family. She is supposed to be smiling and toddling and sticking out her tongue. She isn’t supposed to have endured that tragedy today.
We loved Malaya at our house. She made Asher and Evan Grace so happy. They would always ask about her when they saw her mommy or daddy. They begged me to go get her so we could play. They held her and fed her and loved her and played with her.
But in my distress I cried out to the LORD; yes, I called to my God for help. He heard me from his sanctuary; my cry reached his ears. 2 Samuel 22:7
Now she is singing and dancing in Heaven at the feet of her Savior. We don’t understand it at all, but we can find Hope. Somewhere in the midst of the tears and the questions and the unfairness of it all, there is Hope. The hope comes when we realize we will get to see her again in Heaven. The hope comes when we realize that God works all things for His glory. The hope comes when we see that this tragedy can change lives. It can loosen chains. It can refocus. It can turn eyes to the Giver of Hope.
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. Romans 12:12, 15, 21
Pray with me tonight for our friends. Pray for our neighborhood. Pray for Malaya’s family that she leaves behind.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
May God receive much glory in this terrible heartache,