For those touched by the story of Shaniya Davis

I continue to be amazed and inspired by the faith this little angel’s father continues to show in our Lord and Savior through all this. He says “May the joy of the Lord stay full in all of your hearts” when he concludes his statement to the press before taking questions.  He states when questioned about his thoughts on his daughter possibly being sold as a sex slave he stated he had not been told some thing s had happened. ”However with the faith in the Lord that we can cleanse ourselves and ask for forgiveness and forgive those who’ve done this disgusting act”.And then when asked if he could forgive Shaniyas mother for what has happened he states ”With the Lord’s strength I’m sure I’will.” 

Here is my tribute for everyone who has been touched following this story!

An angel child caught my heart though I never met her face
Her loss cut deep as if was mine, when she met the Lord’s embrace
Emotions that took over me were far beyond control
A little girl I never knew, her name etched in my soul
My heart cried out for those knew the blessing of her smile
For I know the pain of missing that will linger quite awhile
So now in a time of tragic loss, I can only pray
In a time of anger and in grief that faith will not be swayed
I pray for all the family, strangers and the friends
As Faith is often questioned when it’s hard to comprehend
Lord hold us tight and close to you as we grasp to understand
How this angel came to be with you, taken by Satan’s hand
Give us comfort, give us peace and show your love is true
Now that Shaniya holds your hand and stands there next to you!

                                                                                          Melinda Ann Duarte

If a child’s 57 cent built an UNSTOPPABLE church…what can we do NHC?

In a sermon delivered December 1, 1912 by Russell H. Conwell, pastor of Grace Baptist Church in Philadelphia recounted how a 57 cent gift from a child started the campaign to build a bigger church.  Rev. Conwell said the little girl’s name was Hattie May Wiatt.  She lived near a church where the Sunday School was very crowded and he told her that one day they would have buildings big enough to allow every one to attend who wanted to.  Later, Hattie May Wiatt became sick and died.  Rev. Conwell was asked to do the funeral and the girl’s mother told him that Hattie May had been saving money to help build a bigger church and gave him the little purse in which she had saved 57 cents.  Rev. Conwell had the 57 cents turned into 57 pennies, told the congregation the story of little Hattie May and sold the pennies for a return of about $250.  In addition, 54 of the original 57 pennies were returned to Rev. Conwell and he later put them up on display.  This was in 1886 when 57 cents was no small savings account for a little girl from a poor family.  Some of the members of the church formed what they called the Wiatt Mite Society which was dedicated to making Hattie May’s 57 cents grow as much as possible and to buy the property for the Primary Department of the Sunday school.  A house nearby was purchased with the $250 that Hattie May’s 57 cents had produced and the rest is history.  The first classes of Temple College, later Temple University, were held in that house.  It was later sold to allow Temple College to move and the growth of Temple, along with the founding of the Good Samaritan Hospital (Now the Temple University Hospital) have been powerful testimonies to Hattie May Wiatt’s dream.

Where is God in the Shaniya Davis case?

In my christian walk, I had made the decision to stop watching so much news.  The news is filled with coverage of negative stories and always something bad.  Someone has been shot, hurt, killed.  I think I was much happier when I wasn’t watching the news.

Well I drifted back into the habit of watching the news in the morning while getting ready for work in the past month or so.  Last week I got sucked into this story of missing 5 year old Shaniya Davis from Fayetteville.

I honestly wish I had never followed it. With the terrible ending to the search in the finding of the body of that beautiful angel preceded by the arrests of the man last seen on surveillance camera taking the girl to a hotel room and the arrest of her mother for her involvement I was absolutely sickened, heartbroken, disgusted and devastated by this case. Her mother is charged with human trafficking with a child as a victim (her daughter) with the intent that she be held in sexual servitude and child abuse by prostitution.  And that information came before the discovery of that angel’s body.  The man last seen with her was in police custody, but still it was not known where Shaniya was and there was hope that she was somewhere alive. 

But every day I checked the headlines in hopes that they would find that little girl alive.  And yet when I heard they were searching a heavily vegetated area on a tip..I knew they were most likely in search of a bodyand not holding hope that she was going to be found alive and that was heartbreaking.  And then…she was found.

There’s stories every day of missing children, abused chilrden, murders….but this one really has hit a spot in my heart I wish I could let go of.  I actually cried when I found out they found her body as if I knew this little girl personally….as if I knew the father who had raised her for years and unknowingly in trying to let her “mother” BE a “mother let her go live in a situation that would end up like this.  This story put such a lump in my throat and a knot in my stomach…I went to bed thinking of it and woke up thinking of it and that’s why I’m blogging about it.

It’s stories like this that put that big question mark on your heart for God.  It’s stories like this that test your ability to see a greater purpose for the events.  It’s stories like this that make it hard to pray for anything positive for those involved in conspiring in the unimaginable and unfathomable events that took place in this little girl’s last few days of life.  Honestly my heart says “Rest in Peace Shaniyah…burn in Hell Antoinette Davis, Mario Andretti McNeil and anyone else who played a part in this.”  I know that is not how God wants us to feel and that there’s supposed to be some sort of compassion in praying for the souls that committed this terrible sin to be Saved and NOT to burn in hell.  But that doesn’t mean we can’t feel that way at least for a minute or two or…. 

In our anger we are led to think..why should they have the right to have a chance to redeem themselves to know our Lord and Savior?  We know that beatiful and bright  little Angel who is seen smiling and happy in pictures from years prior to this is now safely in his arms.   But we have to find the “purpose’.   Maybe the purpose in all this was to prevent her from having to live with the trauma of what happened to her…as anyone who has suffered at the hands of violation knows that is no easy feat in itself.  Maybe the purpose was in intervention to save the life that now grows inside of that little gir’s mother.  Maybe to intervene in whatever in that mother’s life would put her in a position to make such a terrible and tragic decision to traffick her own 5 year old daughter for unspeakable purposes.

Yet you can’t help think of the people closest to that little girl who loved her so and the pain and hurt in their heart.  This father now has to struggle with the decision he made in trying to be a good father when his daughter’s mother asked if she could BE a mother.

But I think it’s evident from this little girl’s father that God is there.  Last night at a candle light vigil, held up by friends he cried out…

 ”Lord, I come to you with open arms and it is hard. It is hard,” Lockhart said, his legs shaking and tears in his eyes as he spoke to the crowd of about 500. “Don’t give up on me and don’t give up on Shaniya.”

I think that this father, crying out to God even after all this happened to him speaks a mountain.  And it makes you examine yourself, too.  If that happened to you….do you have the faith in your Lord and Savior to still cry out to Him and ask him not to give up on you!!!

Back from the beach with the crud!

Yeah - so all this time I’ve dodged the bullet, my super spidy senses and lightning fast reflexes weren’t enough.

We had a great time at the beach, but day by day I felt the yuck coming on.  A miserable cough that kept me from sleeping well most nights, despite that it was nice and warm in the trailer.  By Sunday, I was just ready to go home.  And it was 5 hours of driving!!!  I had to stop and take a nap at a rest stop.

When I got home I pulled right into the drive, unloaded two horses and nothing else.  Everything else could wait.  I crawled straight into bed.  Spiked a fever of 101 and stayed curled up in my bed.

Malcolm and my mom (who is the BEST by the way for helping with the trip and taking care of all of the critters while I was gone) went out and got me some Theraflu, made me some soup, took my temp and took care of dinner. 

Top it off - Monday morning in addition to my feeling like ick - Taira woke up crying with her ear hurting.  So as mom headed back to Angier,  Taira and I headed off for Dr. Appointments.   Ear infection for Taira complete with ear drops and Bronchitis for me complete with an inhaler, Avelox and some super thick miracle cough syrup.

I’m STILL recovering - but back at work today.    But so much for dodging the bullet.  At least I’ve dodged H1N1 for now.