An hour ago the words too hideous to hear, too pitch black to say, filled the air with too much damnable darkness that I cannot see for blinding rage and cannot breath but I must fight… and darkness overwhelms me, tears corrode my face with grieving streams and my heart is all in shaking, raging pieces on the ground.
Our little girl, one of our little ones, only nine years alive on earth was ripped apart last night in the darkness, by the darkness, the pitch dark will of a twisted man. A soul once formed by the breath of God, now mal-formed into hideous pitch.
She is nine, she is nine, she is nine. I want to scream and tear the heavens down, my soul bursts open with rage. And why does the world still spin when such darkness roams it’s streets? My head spins and my heart torrents raging tears.
And an hour before the news came I remember lightening cracking overhead, breaking open the sky with rain like tears and I know God saw, the only eyes that saw last night and I know He grieves and I know He saw it coming. And the lighting cracks and roars and the rain washes, and can it wipe these tears, the tears that fill up oceans on this earth?
This may have been in her path, way too soon, way too much for her to not be suffocated and drowned by but I know God saw it coming. And like a line drawn in the sand he started working before evil worked it’s worst. This alone is all I have to stand on. No other words can heal this broken all.
Last night it happened, this morning we heard, this afternoon our partnering play therapist and her husband arrive on a plane into Kingston. A trip booked over six months ago. Because God saw it coming. And He’ll be damned before He’ll let the darkness win.
Darkness overwhelms us and wrenches us in two, but light is dressed for battle and is walking out to war.
Even while I still shake in raging grief, I hope in this and this alone and stand on this and this alone. The creator of all spinning worlds who breathed out fiery furnace stars and once shouted to the empty dark ‘Let light be’, He sees.
And this same God who breathed us into life now breaths again His life in us filling our veins with oxygen wrapped in light. And in Him we stand and in him we’ll one-day win.
The line is in the sand. Darkness overstepped it’s mark. And standing behind our God we’ll be damned before the darkness wins. Darkness overwhelms us and wrenches us in two, but light is dressed for battle and is walking out to war.