Lisa placed her phone on the table with care. The pink case blended with her favorite springtime cloth.
Her hands rested palms down in front of her. “I can’t believe it.” The echo of her voice filled the kitchen. “Lord, what can I do?” Fragrance from the vase of lilacs matched their deep purple beauty.
Sun streaming in through the lace curtains lit her way to the top drawer of her desk area. Selecting two sheets of her favorite stationery, she grabbed a gel pen and returned to her green-cushioned seat.
Dear Ben and Corrie,
Your report of Becky’s rebellious escapades has me in shock. It is hard for me to fathom the agony of your souls over this beloved daughter. I grieve with you.
Her hand lifted from the floral paper. Eyes lowered, she whispered a prayer. “Please give me the words to express Your compassion and strength, dear Father.”
I’ve walked the same shadowed valley and understand the spiritual battle assailing you in the middle watches of the night. Questions and doubt will ravage your sleep, your confidence, even your faith.
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Be cautious. A dedicated parent’s automatic reaction is to accept total responsibility for such tragedy, as if we were the cause or are able to fix it. But Eve had perfect parents and look at the choices she made. The deeper course is to hang on to who God is and trust His compassionate love and sovereign power. THAT is where we find peace.
A ten-year-old photograph of her own daughter stared back from the frame on the wall. The hope she’d hear from her some day rose again.
I pray that you will take hold of the truth that God holds Becky’s heart in His hands and is working to draw her to Himself—that His eye is set on her and His hand will guide her according to His perfect will . . . no matter how it looks to us.
Time to close. That’s probably enough for now.
Be assured that I am on my face beside you in the throne room of heaven.
May our all-sufficient Father keep you both tucked into His inside pocket, right next to His heart. Amen
With all confidence in God’s providence,
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.” 2 Corinthians 1:3-5 NIV1984
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