Who's in charge of our babies?
Lately news events have read like scripts out of Hollywood.
Murder in Manhattan.
My eyes nearly popped out when I read the story of 2 children killed by their nanny in Manhattan. A chill went through my body and I immediately sent out a prayer for the mother who came home only to find her babies drenched in blood in the bathtub. O good Lord!!!
No body, no body should experience this heart break, but Ms. Krim has.
I could only imagine her screams of horror, blood rushing out of her brain as she denied what she saw.
She had 3 children. Leo (Lito) - 2. Nessie - 3. Lulu - 6.
Leo and Lulu are gone. Nessie lives to tell the story, to live a life scarred by the memory of her siblings soaked in blood and the horrific screams of her mother struggling to get to grips with this nightmare, her body releasing the tension, the only way it knew how.
Ms. Krim kept a blog . As I looked at the lovely pictures and read her journals, I identified with a mother who cherished the gifts God had given her. Pictures from the summer, days at the pumpkin patch, ordinary days in Manhattan - she was there, involved in the intricate details of her children's lives. Marveling as their personalities formed.
She writes, "Lito, I must say, is a very clever little boy. He is super talkative and just has a million thoughts running through his brain and can express himself amazingly well for an almost-2 year old. I'm thinking he could be a Mini-Kevin". (Kevin is her husband)
As a fellow mom and a blogger, this all comes from a familiar place.
I pray the Krims' find Jesus, because this world has nothing to give in the form of true comfort.
Fathers and sons.
I read two different stories of fathers' accidentally shooting their sons to death. These may sound like scenes off the pages of a novel, imaginations out of a creative mind but no! It's reality. I can't begin to understand the dread and self loathing these fathers will face the rest of their lives but I know they are going through some dark times. Their stomachs wretch and turn until there is nothing to give up but still the haunting thought that they killed their own sons... suicide is an alluring option.
I find myself silently praying for them because apart from Christ there is no way to get out of that "hell".
Gone with a trace.
In the same period, I read in the news of a 10 year old girl who was going to meet up with her friends and walk to school but didn't make it. Her bag was found and later her body was identified. The guy who did it is a 17 year old who lives in the neighborhood. Even though her parents were home, she was old enough to walk to school.
So, we do our best to look after our kids, put careers aside and purpose to raise these little blessings, we even home school to impart the right values and keep out bad influence but who says we can protect them from the world? Who says we can protect them from our selves? We CAN NOT.
We do our best but God does the hard work. Psalm 127 breaks it down.
PSALM 127
THE MESSAGE Version
Interesting that the psalmist puts the idea of protection and the blessing of children in the same Psalm?
Murder in Manhattan.
My eyes nearly popped out when I read the story of 2 children killed by their nanny in Manhattan. A chill went through my body and I immediately sent out a prayer for the mother who came home only to find her babies drenched in blood in the bathtub. O good Lord!!!
No body, no body should experience this heart break, but Ms. Krim has.
I could only imagine her screams of horror, blood rushing out of her brain as she denied what she saw.
She had 3 children. Leo (Lito) - 2. Nessie - 3. Lulu - 6.
Leo and Lulu are gone. Nessie lives to tell the story, to live a life scarred by the memory of her siblings soaked in blood and the horrific screams of her mother struggling to get to grips with this nightmare, her body releasing the tension, the only way it knew how.
Ms. Krim kept a blog . As I looked at the lovely pictures and read her journals, I identified with a mother who cherished the gifts God had given her. Pictures from the summer, days at the pumpkin patch, ordinary days in Manhattan - she was there, involved in the intricate details of her children's lives. Marveling as their personalities formed.
She writes, "Lito, I must say, is a very clever little boy. He is super talkative and just has a million thoughts running through his brain and can express himself amazingly well for an almost-2 year old. I'm thinking he could be a Mini-Kevin". (Kevin is her husband)
As a fellow mom and a blogger, this all comes from a familiar place.
I pray the Krims' find Jesus, because this world has nothing to give in the form of true comfort.
Fathers and sons.
I read two different stories of fathers' accidentally shooting their sons to death. These may sound like scenes off the pages of a novel, imaginations out of a creative mind but no! It's reality. I can't begin to understand the dread and self loathing these fathers will face the rest of their lives but I know they are going through some dark times. Their stomachs wretch and turn until there is nothing to give up but still the haunting thought that they killed their own sons... suicide is an alluring option.
I find myself silently praying for them because apart from Christ there is no way to get out of that "hell".
Gone with a trace.
In the same period, I read in the news of a 10 year old girl who was going to meet up with her friends and walk to school but didn't make it. Her bag was found and later her body was identified. The guy who did it is a 17 year old who lives in the neighborhood. Even though her parents were home, she was old enough to walk to school.
So, we do our best to look after our kids, put careers aside and purpose to raise these little blessings, we even home school to impart the right values and keep out bad influence but who says we can protect them from the world? Who says we can protect them from our selves? We CAN NOT.
We do our best but God does the hard work. Psalm 127 breaks it down.
PSALM 127
Unless the Lord builds the house,
the builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the guards stand watch in vain.
2 In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
the builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the guards stand watch in vain.
2 In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
3 Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their opponents in court.
offspring a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their opponents in court.
1-2 If God doesn’t build the house,
the builders only build shacks.
If God doesn’t guard the city,
the night watchman might as well nap.
It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late,
and work your worried fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys
giving rest to those he loves?
the builders only build shacks.
If God doesn’t guard the city,
the night watchman might as well nap.
It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late,
and work your worried fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys
giving rest to those he loves?
3-5 Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift?
the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you;
you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.
the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you;
you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.
I dont have children yet...but i have two beautiful little girls in my life that i wouldn't have loved less....I read a story in the new vision of little Sunshine who drowned in a pool due to the fact that those in charge of the pool probably never got a memo on what they were supposed to do.
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Yes Robyn, I read that story too - heart wrenching to say the least. But true, our security can only be in Jesus and His protection above all else.
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