I hadn’t planned to write this…to share this…I hate that I’m now even aware of this at all, but this headline met my gaze any way:
4 Children Stabbed to Death in Memphis, Mother in Custody
I saw the pictures taken…one showing the young lady allegedly responsible for the heinous crime as “normal” and the aftermath. I wonder just how normal are those who decide to kill.
I deliberately refused to write about the events in Orlando a few weeks ago because sometimes the best thing to do is be silent. After all, if you’ve not loss someone in that manner, what true comfort could you offer? It was not a time for what erupted afterwards. I found myself ashamed for a moment of being a Christian. I’m glad that moment only lasted a Nano-second. There were just so many stupid and hateful comments made about the “gay community” from those who claimed Christianity as their “religion” I was sickened by them and so I didn’t add a note to combat the drudgery of it all.
However, as I came across this headline in the middle of writing my final paper for a social justice class, I found myself recounting the bout I’d experienced with mental illness, domestic violence, and the residue it creates.
My heart bleeds for the survivor….only 7 years old, but a witness to an evil manifestation. At a time when families were readying to celebrate Independence Day with Barbecue and Fireworks…a child needed to escape to save the only life they could, their own… one can only wonder whether this mother felt she had no choice because her life as she saw it was already over…that for whatever reason perhaps she saw her children as demons…I’ve heard that those who suffer with schizophrenia have those types of delusions…I’m no expert in that respect so I’m just saying what I’ve heard… perhaps she thought it a nightmare…perhaps she was incapable of thought at all as the stabbings continued…
However, another look at the picture, the right shows the disturbing reality.
Mental Illness is real and needs to be addressed…you never know what a person is enduring…don’t take “I’m fine” at face value…for years before my mother’s diagnosis of borderline personality disorder, I got used to telling people that I’m fine too. I thank God for His saving grace because without it I could have snapped too…the things I endured weren’t pretty, but I’ve overcome.
Father, I am so grateful for choosing me to thrive beyond what happened to me. Thank You for reminding me of the gifts You provided me in my children. Thank You for the times we’ve bumped heads. Thank You for the lessons learned and those that I had to take over again. Father, please be with this child who is left. Help this baby know that You are there. Please Father, even help this distraught mother. Help her get the help she needs. In Jesus’ name Amen.