The Daughter I've Never Talked About
Some kids bring home dogs; my kids bring home people. Amy asked if Angie could live with us when they were in high school.
Angie and Amy worked part-time jobs after school. Our youngest attended Jr. High. Life seemed hard at times, but I admit, our home radiated with laughter!
Challenges for me included:
1. Establishing boundaries
2. Sharing my faith
3. Teaching about purity from my pulpit…the kitchen island
All three liked boys and they were popular.
This had to have been when my hair began turning gray at rapid speed. I learned *survival* praying during this time.
Angie suffered with asthma attacks.
I suffered with migraines.
What does a mom and dad in a home look like?
Angie ALWAYS had a date on Saturday night except for the night she stayed home with Tom and me. The TV blared in our master bedroom; Tom focused on the screen relaxing on the bed with me next to him reading fiction. We left the door wide open. Angie stood in the hallway and asked if she could talk to us about our faith. I beckoned her to come in, and with that she quickly leaped on the bed between us. I distinctly heard the Holy Spirit say: “She needs a mother and a father right now.” She seemed small to me, like a child, and I held her in my arms as Tom shared stories about Jesus.
The Years Passed.
You can imagine my excitement when Angie found me on Facebook several years ago! I felt humbled and weepy when I read her private message revealing she is a Christian now embracing the principles she observed in our home!
I look back with amazement. Despite our shortcomings, God saves souls! It’s not always about saying or doing the right things. It is about loving as best as we can.
The years went on and so did her health problems, many of them resulting from having to be on steroid medication to survive.
Last week Amy and I took a road trip.
I loved meeting Angie’s family and exchanging memories, enjoying fellowship and a special dinner together. I forgot how affectionate she is and funny, too. What do you get when you have a room full of sensitive people: tears, joy and healing?
Before leaving town, we gathered with the family for a time of powerful prayer. Angie opened her heart real big as Amy and I asked God to heal her.
This week, she will face yet another surgery, a complicated esophagus surgery. A hip replacement will be next. Her heart operates at only 35 percent. She’s 41 years old.
Angie calls herself our third daughter.
Our daughter needs prayer.Our family would love to have you join us in asking God to touch her once again.
The Lord will work out his plans for my life
For your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever.
Don’t abandon me, for you made me.