Jamie is tucking little ones in, while I sneak away to clear the muck from my head.

Tomorrow is a big day.

It's a day of possibilities...possible hopes, and possible hopes shattered.

I could write about the system. Give my opinions.

I could write about the church. Challenges to action.

But that's all in light of tomorrow...

Because tonight...

She's tucked in as a tear rolls down her cheek, and she bites her lip wondering - no praying - that tomorrow she'll know what the rest of her life looks like.


She pushes me away again and asks if tonight will be the very last night that she doesn't get to sleep at Mommy's house, and she asks if we can pray for Mommy just one more time.


Momma is across town, mustering up the courage to dream one more time that this is the end of hell on earth. That tomorrow night, she'll curl them up and whisper away almost a thousand of the last days with a fresh, I love you, and I promise it'll be different.


Three boys ask once again what tomorrow holds, and we quietly remind them their Heavenly Father holds tomorrow.


We crawl to our knees, weary with fighting, realizing it's time to lay down our arms and worry, and cling to the One who fights the battle for us.


Would you consider praying for two little girls, their momma, and their family for the last two years, who go to court about their future, tomorrow?

Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine... Ephesians 3:20


  1. Sweet friend... We are praying, begging that The Father would turn His ear!! That these sweet girls would lay with their mommy tomorrow night awed that God is for them!!
    Love you and praying for each of you!

  2. Praying for you today. You are always such an encouragment to me.