Lord, I believe...

In just three short days, it will be Christmas morning...and it will be my youngest grandson, Noah's, third birthday. It will be the second Christmas and birthday he has spent without his mommy and my heart is grieving for he and his sisters, Kaylee and Emma. My heart is also grieving for my daughter. Katie is somewhere in this big country...possibly Indiana, but no one knows for sure. It's as if she has dropped off the face of the earth. But I know, with all that is within me, that she is scared and is missing her babies. I know she feels as though she cannot come home. And I know the devil is whispering to her the lies he loves to tell to those who have made bad choices. He is so very good at kicking us when we are down... If only I could  get a message to her...to tell her she CAN come home...that we will work through this together...that the Lord is just waiting for her to turn around.
Yet I know there is only one thing I can do...and that is to pray. So I pray morning, noon and night. I pray when I'm driving. I pray when I'm puttering around the house. I pray constantly for my prodigal daughter and I ask the Lord to protect her and draw her to Himself. And I pray for my grandchildren...that they will not forget their mommy. I pray that the Lord would heal their hurting hearts and that He would fill the empty place that was left when their mommy walked away.

Lord, I am asking, in this season of miracles, when we celebrate the miracle of You coming to earth as a lowly babe in order to save us from our sins, that You would make a way that I would know my daughter is safe. And Lord, if it is not to be, I ask that You help me to trust You, for You have a plan...
 Lord, I believe...help my unbelief....

"Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!"     ~Mark 9:24 NKJV~