Monday, September 8, 2008

Meet The 3



Paula Lee said...

Just when I think you can't possibility make us any do. My beautiful, creative, articulate daughter. This video is beyond just good. It fills my heart while draining it at same time. My wounded angels all in one place...with sound track! Thank you, from their grand mother. Thank you from your mother. I often wonder if we were to add up all the hours we have gone without sleep listening in the dark for any sound that might alert us that they are in danger...they have gone low. It sounds so insignificant to those who do not clammer's like a million church bells to those of us who do know. Our little ones become afraid to shut their eyes, afraid of what waits for them on the other side of the darkness. We cry. All those little drops of blood. One drop doesn't seem like much. Multiply that by three, multiply that by years of abuse to their fingers, baby fingers, teenage fingers, adult fingers that now hold their own precious baby's tiny hands. My wounded angels, I cry. If there was any way that I could remove this from their bodies & take it to myself...I WOULD. It would require not a thought. I can't do that however, so I have faith in God, and people like my daughter Sheri who has all the tools to get out and make others aware of what goes on in the lives of families across the world. Some day maybe we won't sit in the dark & wonder if our children are going to make it through the night. We won't be listening for the bells, or the phone, or the whimpering from the next room which could mean highs or lows. Nightmares or seizures. Until then, God will sustain us. My wounded Angels are flying high and free at this moment. God has blessed us in many many ways. I am grateful to him, but still I cry.

Jill said...

Awwww I was just able to watch this....and I cried!!! I didn't realize that it ran in your family!! Great video :)