My parents used to be so frustrated with me. Why? Well, they wanted me to become a doctor. They insisted on all my classes in High School were to assist me getting into college. So I was put on the “courses for the college bound” tract and it was all heavy stuff. No fun classes like basket weaving for me. Nope. They did not have AP back when I was in HS, but the courses I took all had to be earned. Prerequisites that built on one another. Chemistry and Physics, College English and mathematics all the way through Trig and Calculus. They even pushed me to finish my academics early so I could spend the last semester of High School taking classes at the University I would be attending, as well as participating in work/study programs like Emergency Room Aide, Physical Therapy Assistant, Police Department front desk assistant, Doctor’s aide in a private practice…candy striper was not good enough for my parents. LOL. In addition, I was expected to hold down a part time job, which I did. I went through several during HS because my schedule to work had to work around my curriculum. I was a waitress, I worked at a cute little combo knick-knack, knitting, and plant and tea shop (yes, somehow that all worked). I wrapped Christmas gifts at the local department store. I loved waitressing because I could gab. And it kept me busy. Wrapping presents was horrible. People can be so mean. LOL. My parents, however, thought they were pushing me in the direction I should go. I had different ideas.
After graduating HS with a little honor (lol), I attended the local university. My father wanted me to enter as pre-Med but I fought him and entered as pre-Law. LOL. One of my many, many majors. My dad pushed and pushed but the competitive backbone I needed to be at the top of my class just was not there. My heart was not in it; I didn’t really want to be a doctor or lawyer.
All I ever wanted in life was to find the love of my life, and have lots of kids, and be a housewife. Definitely not what mom and dad envisioned! My parents are only children. No aunts, uncles, or cousins. Plus my parents left all their extended family and moved to America, further isolating us. (My paternal grandparents eventually moved to the USA, too, so I knew them very well). When my husband and I were dating, we tried to scare each other away by competing with each other about how many kids we wanted. It wasn’t fair, really, because he comes from a huge family. He only has 2 siblings, but his parents have tons. His paternal grandparents had over 35 grandchildren. I loose track with the great’s and great-great’s. That is an awful lot of cousins, and that is just from my father-in-law! LOL! I loved getting all confused and lost among them all at family events. They all knew who I was, and who each other were, because they had grown up that way. I spent years trying to figure out who belonged to who. And I loved it all. And I lost the bet about how many kids – I wanted 6 and he challenged me with 8! Ha-Ha. And so I married him! God had other plans for us.
Our first son was born 5 weeks premature and just 20 days before our first anniversary. So we had him baptized on our first Wedding Anniversary. (Subsequently, all our children were baptized on the same date. It just worked out, somehow). My first pregnancy was fraught with difficulties and I spent the major part of it in the maternity intensive care section of the hospital associated with our doctor. He came into this world in a hurry and he still has not slowed down. After our son, we suffered 4 miscarriages. They were brutal and by the time our oldest was 4, he knew what a miscarriage was. “That means mommy doesn’t have a baby in there anymore.” Yeah, out of the mouths of babes. Then our second son was born. No issues at all. Normal pregnancy. In fact, he had to be induced, he liked being in there so much. LOL. And then I suffered 3 more miscarriages. We gave up. We became licensed foster parents. We had quite a few come through our home and family. It was hard on our two boys. We decided, after the last sibling pair had been ripped out of our family in a very painful way, that we would just be a family of 4 and we felt good about it. And just like that, our youngest son was given to us. What a miraculous event that was in our lives – overnight we had a third boy. I held him for the first time at just 4 hours old. So, so tiny. Only 6 pounds and 18 inches long. I could not stop holding him and cuddling him. At the time, his older brothers were 9 and 13 years old, so they were very much a part of it all. Even diapers and bottles. They are awesome big brothers, even today. When our youngest was about 5, I suffered my last miscarriage. And I cried and cried and cried. I just was not meant to have the large family I so desired. And so we settled into life with three amazing sons. And now, I have those three sons and 2 incredible daughters-in-law and they have blessed us with 6 grandchildren, so far, and I feel overwhelmed with love just looking at them. God is so amazing!!!
Yesterday, the president announced that April is Child Abuse Prevention Month, and his formal declaration makes clear his desire to aggressively prosecute those who abuse children. He is leading the way to #savethechildren and to protect our children. I am thrilled with his resolution.
There is a lot of information on the internet about the pervasiveness of child abuse, child sexual abuse, and child trafficking. It is a global pandemic that far outweighs our inconvenience in quarantining for this Covid-19 virus. The statistics should horrify everyone. In the United States alone, over 800,000 children go missing – every year. That number should astonish you. Missing!? Where are they? Who took them? Why? Did they just vanish? After researching the answers to those questions, I came into contact with pure evil. I read and saw photographic evidence of just flat out evil. And I have spent part of today weeping over the children. Our children, right here in the USA, and those around the world. This is a global issue, not just a national one. And the prevalent evil is also not just here in the USA, but global. I so desperately wanted a lot of children, and my heart yearned for lots of babies to cuddle, so this is almost beyond my comprehension. How can people throw away children? I have held my miscarried babies in my hands, weeping over the loss of life. How can this happen to children? Do they find no inherent value in the life of a child? Is it all just about their sick desires? And they abuse them? And I mean real physical and mental abuse. And they sell them? It is often just too much to fully take in and fully understand. The people who perpetuate these crimes against children are sick. And I know they need help. But some are just so sick, I believe it moves into evil. Pure and simple evil. The part of us inside, the little voice, that tell us something is wrong, is missing in some people. I know that goes against our faith, as we believe the spark of God is in everyone (we are made in His image), but this evil against children goes against everything we believe in.
Matthew 18: 1-14
At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. “Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea. Woe to the world for temptations to sin! For it is necessary that temptations come, but woe to the one by whom the temptation comes! And if your hand or your foot causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life crippled or lame than with two hands or two feet to be thrown into the eternal fire. And if your eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than with two eyes to be thrown into the hell of fire. See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven. What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and go in search of the one that went astray? And if he finds it, truly, I say to you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that never went astray. So it is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish.
And I am remembering this Scripture and so much more, as I read some horrific stuff. I think, if things go like some of the people involved in rescuing these children think it will, everyone will know about this evil. I am just hopeful the children can be saved and that there will be justice for those who do these horrific things to children.
I would ask that this month, to any of you who read this, to please focus your prayers on these poor children who suffer immeasurably at the hands of these monsters. Offer your trials and sufferings in this quarantined world to the efforts at getting them out of these bad situations, getting them the help they need, and helping families reunite. God bless the children. God bless those trying to help them. And God bless the families who may be made whole again.
Lord Jesus, we call upon Your blessed name and pray for the children who are abused and suffering from wounds inflicted deep within them, and those led into sin at a young age, not knowing what they are doing. In Your blessed power, release them from these captives and may their hearts be healed, in Your perfect love and healing. May those who abuse and inflict pain upon them and those who use little children for illicit earning, be brought to justice and be granted the punishment according to law and may these truly be taught of the repercussions of them inflicting pain upon these innocent ones. Father, we pray to become better adults and to contribute towards society in nurturing the children and preparing them for a better place in the world as Your appointed people. May we in all the ways we can, do a little to save a child from these torments of abuse, suffering and neglect, and give them a bright future and a hopeful beginning towards a better world, in Your sight and favour.
We pray in the blessed name of Jesus, Amen!
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