As I sit amid birthday balloons
My heart hangs, drenched with tears
A small girl, only six years old, is gone too soon
Social media at its best
Posted pictures, descriptions, videos
Many were the requests
To provide the local police with clues
To gather on our knees calling to Our Lord, Our Savior … except
It seems not to matter I prayed for Faye by name
Our collective prayers posted, spoken
Faye’s safety was denied on earth but heaven is not the same
How many bold cries, Lord, protect Faye, bring her home safe!
How many swollen eyes
How many lives touched
Faye’s smile in a still photo reached across thousands of miles
Faye’s death is etched in our souls
Desperate we want to DENY the power evil wields in the world
We move toward Hope, cling to good, something, anything of God as we should
Faye was a child and still is
Only now she lives
On golden, emboldened streets
In the ever-presence of Holy
Faye, we who never knew you, we love you
We look forward to our meeting when we will hug you
“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see” (Hebrews 11:1).
To respect the family’s mourning, I am not including any of the pictures of Faye posted during the search. I cannot imagine what her parents, siblings, neighbors, teachers, bus driver, and the police who searched for her and those who found her … I cannot imagine the depth of their grief and shock and perhaps anger.
Join me at 10:30am Eastern time, for a Hope-full Lunch Break. I will read this poem and lead us in prayer for this situation. Go to https://Facebook.com/jdibble4Him to catch me live or after 11am when video will post.