Thursday morning, 12/27/07
Dear LORD,
My husband and I took our oldest daughter to the airport before dawn this morning, to catch a flight back to Washington DC. When we got home, my sister called to tell us that Benazir Bhutto had just been assassinated. My daughter, sister, and I were discussing the elections in Pakistan and Mrs. Bhuttos candidacy just yesterday. I remember the time, a few days after the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, we had driven our oldest daughter to college to study International Relations. I placed her in Your hands then. A few years later, on the way back from visiting her in Madrid, I placed her in Your hands again, and You had me pray for Spain for the three months prior to the bombings of March 11, 2004. Then again in 2005, she flew home from London the day before it was bombed. You have protected her, and I am praying that You will continue to protect her. My heart is breaking with love for her.
Love,
S.
“And I will pour on the house of David and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem the Spirit of grace and supplication; then they will look on Me whom they pierced. Yes, they will mourn for Him as one mourns for his only son, and grieve for Him as one grieves for a firstborn.” (Zechariah 12:10)
Dear LORD,
You know how I am feeling, and through these feelings I am learning a little of how You must have felt to send Your firstborn Son to the cross. Your love overshadows all my tears.
Love,
S.
that evening
Dear S.,
What your firstborn daughter will go through is her path to Me. I will not let her fall from My grasp. I love her more than you do.
Love,
Sunday afternoon, 12/30/07
Dear LORD,
You told me three months ago to cover the seed in prayer, and that I would sometimes water the seed with my tears. Thank You for preparing me, and reminding me that faith is not a feeling. As Hannah trusted You with her firstborn son, Samuel, so will I trust You. Just as Hannah made a new robe, and brought it to her child year by year, so will I clothe my child with love, and prayer.
Love,
S.
Tuesday morning, 01/01/08 Dear S.,
The seed has been planted. I am gathering now. Come gather with Me. Love,
God