I feel like a parent that sits by the door at midnight waiting for her child to come home. It is way past curfew time and the child has not arrived at the appointed time. Where is she? Is she okay? Has she been hurt? Where is my child?
If you’re a parent you know what I’m saying. But my worry is not for a child. That time has passed. Now my concern is for a child of God he has put on my heart.
Things seemed to be going uphill. She was working hard on getting back on her feet and fellowshipping with God. I had very special things to say to her at the beginning of the year, but we had to stay away from each other because of the flu. Now that I’m feeling better, she’s gone.
I started to be concerned a few days back when her Facebook page was silent. I wrote her notes but received no answers.
Now my big question is, Where are you sister? Since I had some errands to run today, and the weather was bright and sunny, I dropped by her house. She wasn’t there! I put my card in the door to show that I had been there. A few minutes ago the person she lives with called and confirmed my fears. She is gone! She has disappeared with no trace.
That’s why I feel like a parent sitting by the door at midnight waiting for her child to come home.
Maybe you are reading this, my sister. Whatever has happened, wherever you are… the loving arms of Jesus are wide open. Don’t run from him, run to him!
I’m, sad. My heart hurts. I had big hopes for you. I still have, because Jesus never gives up on anybody. Wherever you are, my sister, don’t keep me in the dark.
I’m sitting like a waiting parent, asking myself when you will come home!