May 17, 2017
I know it’s late but we need you to pour your prayers out on us and for us again. My stomach is in knots as I try to put this into words for you. This morning when the sun comes up and Phoebe opens her eyes and she becomes aware I think we have to explain to her what has happened. I don’t believe that she has any memory or knowledge of the events that unfolded that put her in this neck brace and cast. She knows she is hurt but not why and how much she has lost. She lost her crew, her best friends, she would say all the time that Pop Pop was her best friend, but the truth is Keren was her play mate, Peachy was her teacher and pop pop was one of her biggest fans. They were a crew and if you lived in Harrodsburg or Danville chances are you saw the four of them together, at the bank , or at Kroger, or at Hobby Lobby, they were on the go together.
So this morning we need to explain to my sweet little girl why her crew has not been here like every other day to love her, take care of her, and play with her.
The good news is Phoebe knows! She knows it’s not hopeless she will endure because she will see her crew again one day. She knows that they will be a foursome again, in a place where there is no more sadness, no more tears, no more pain.
Pray for Phoebe as yesterday was the best day ever but today will be the worst.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NIV
Pray for Kelly Harsin Odell and I as we search for words to explain, and the strength to hold her up in her sorrow.
Fighting Fire with Light 