Please Lord Hear our Prayers

I just heard the stories and personally saw the faces on the children. They just want the interest of their baby brother to come before their birth mother. As stories were being told at the table of Kayla's brithday dinner. And as she blew out the candles I watched her lips. Kayla said this, " My wish is not for me Lord, it is for my baby brother. Just bring him back to us and I promise forever we will take care of him. Thank You." And with that she blow out the candles.

It did not end there. Five children sat around and not one parent or guest opened their mouth. As they hear the children talking about the great moments they remember in the past year. Us as grown-ups sat with our mouth open but not one word. These children knew this all to be a fact and the laughs they were having and the stories they were telling.

We had to put our heads down or even leave the room because the tears filled our eyes to hear their main focus of one year and seven days.

Here are just some of the things they said.

I remember hearing him in the morning. I would walk into his room and up he pooped. With a smile that would have been brighter then the sun. He was so excited to see me. I got him a bottle so we did not wake anyone else. Before he came remember I use to wake up everyone. He says with a chuckle. But I wanted this time just for him and I.

Well I remember how I played with him and he use to laugh and he would stand up in the crib and play and just drop back on his head and think it was funny!. And keep doing that and laughing together.

Yeah, well me, I remember doing my homework. Or should I say trying to do my homework and he would be next to me in his playpen and just chitter chattering away.Until I looked up and then, He put that big smile on. Alomst to say, Hey I am here and I am cute so play with me. and I just had to play with him and then Poppy would yell. "DO YOU HOMEWORK !"

Then the laughs stopped, and one said, " Aunt Dottie I still don't understand. We don't take drugs niether does daddy or poppy. Sometimes were loud but we are just kids. If drugs are so bad and she was on them for years and hurt us. Why is she not in jail. Why did they take my brother to her?'

The oldest one says," Aunt Dottie, Daddy cried because he thought he did something wrong. Then I hear so did Poppy and sometimes when we are talking about our brother. Daddy and Poppy's eyes fill up. But they didnt take the drugs and they didn't throw me down the stairs or give us any drugs. She hurt us and now it's been over 11 years and she is still hurting us."

With that it was like something happened I sure did not see. They all got up and left the room. The grow-ups still sitting there were just looking at each other not saying one word. The children did not leave one by one. It was like they all were one and poof gone.

I was just now sitting outside with a great cup of coffee, enjoying what is left of the summer. When it hit me. They really are all one. But a big part of them is gone.

I have been with different children for over 40 years and I know when one of them is crying for help. I sit here now. No coffee no beautiful sun. Just ashamed. I tried everything I know of the help. I wrote until my fingers don't know any better. And I am ashamed I cannot help bring their brother back where he is safe and unconditionaly loved. So I say too. Please Lord hear my Prayers. keep our little one safe and bring him back to his real family. Amen!