
The last two days have been overwhelming. Let's rewinds to yesterday morning, on our way to school with the "Fish's", our carpool buddies. Things were pretty status quo, Melia is looking out the window while the kids in the back are chatting back and forth, when all of the sudden Melia perks up and says "Olivia, wanna practice our play?" She is greeted with equal enthusiasm and I even feel a little bit of excitement about hearing the girls read from their scripts this was the first time I had heard about a play. The first order of business was to assign the extra parts that are normally covered by the other girls at school. Melia took charge, "I will be Evil Death and you can be Psycho." My mood changed, these were not the characters I had imagined. I was thinking something more like Buffy Cupcake, Hannah Montana, Chloe or Phoebe!! I was determined to not over react, I would wait and see, surely it was be an innocent play on words. I was wrong... very wrong. As the play progressed from scene to scene it became increasingly dark. Sisters pitted against one another, a mother who hated one of her daughters and would welcome her being killed one of her other daughters. A plot to blow up their home, a chase with the police and the whole story wrapping up with the death of 5 people, including 2 police officers. To say I was stunned would be a gross under statement. My head was literally spinning, what in the world were these 8 year old little girls joking and laughing about? I said a short and to the point prayer "Lord... help me!" Philippians 4:8 came to mind, Whatever is right, pure, lovely, praiseworthy, think on these things.
"Melia, can I ask you a question about your play?
She was excited that I had listened and desired further commentary.
"The Bible says that we should think about things that are right and good and pure. Do you think that this play would qualify?"
The expression on her face fell... hmm, perhaps this was not going to be the type of review she was hoping for.
I suggested that we start by looking at the characters names and then pointed out some of the "highlights" of the plot. You could almost see the realization make it's way across her face.
"I didn't see it that way before, but now I do."
The kids were lining up for class and our conversation needed to come to an end... "Think about it Melia, pray and see if this is something you think God would want you to be spending your time on."
I was headed to southwest Denver and had plenty of time in the car to think, panic, pray... repeat (not always in that order). I called Olivia's mom, did she know about this? Was I being dramatic and over protective? She was equally as taken back as I was. I called Rod, surprise and confusion were his immediate response. For most of the day, I pondered how to handle this situation. What was the right thing to do? What was the right way to counsel Melia? Don't ever participate in these type of plays again, but be loving and kind towards the precious heart of the girl that wrote it? Do I call the teacher? Talk to "The Mom"? How would she react? Would she be stunned by what her daughter wrote or think it was no big deal? My mind was spinning being tossed back and forth and I was growing ever more exhausted trying to sort it all out. Several times through out the day I prayed and asked that the Lord would give Melia wisdom and grace beyond her years.
On the way home from school Melia and I discussed what happened during recess. She explained that they ran thru the play but when they were done Melia suggested that they play something else and that everyone agreed. I was disappointed that Melia chose to participate again but understood. Her expression was sad with a side of worry, after much effort she finally admitted that she was afraid to be the "only one". The "only one" that couldn't do the play, that her friends would be mad at her and not play with her anymore. Ah yes... the "only one". I sympathized with Melia but explained that this life would bring her to this place over and over again. "There maybe a time when you are at a friend's house for a sleepover when some boys show up with beer and everyone starts partying, I need to know that you will be the "only one" who won't just give in but with Jesus' help will be brave enough to stand and do what is right." My nerves were shot, I had walked way too much of this road with companions like "worry" and "anxiety" instead of turning to God for wisdom and strength of my own. I started scrambling thru my brain trying to think of a story, and example of an "only one" that would inspire and encourage Melia but every thought came back empty. Seriously?!? I couldn't muster up one story!!
When we got home it was straight to homework, as the girls worked I made another drive thru request of God for help. "Esther!" I reminded Melia about our study of Esther and how she was afraid for her very life but she still chose to be the "only one" and went before the King to try and save a whole nation of people and God honored her obedience.
My girlfriend called and I walked away to chat with her, I told her about my day and how I just wanted to put the girls in bed and forget that I was a parent for a while, to not have to worry about what they are facing at school or if I am doing enough to prepare them. I ended the call and went back to supervise homework, Melia had a writing prompt she needed help with. "You are walking down the street when you hear sirens, there is a bright flash of light, you pass out and when you wake up you are laying in a pile of rubble..." this is the point where Melia is to pick up the story. In my tired and overwhelmed state, I laid my head on the table and started to cry "Can't there be any happy stories? Does everything have to be about death and destruction?" Clearly I was at the end of my rope. It wasn't until I finally laid down to sleep that I fell before my Savior and asked him for help, not the drive thru variety but really cried out to him.
This morning when I came down stairs I felt the Lord say "Give Melia a sword, Oh and make it into a bow." Yes, I shared that confused look you have on your face, but I did as He asked. Philippians 4:8 would be her sword (for several years now we had written verses on index cards to serve as our "Swords of the Spirit" when we are facing certain trials and difficulties). An index card was not quite the right shape, however, to fold into a bow so I cut a piece of paper and wrote: Dear Melia, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy think about these things... and I, the God of peace will be with you.
I thought I was done but the Lord told me other wise. I flipped to Esther 4:14 and then to Joshua chapter 1 and continued to write a love note from the Lord to his precious Melia.
"Melia, if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise from another but you will miss out on the blessing I have for you in this situation. I have brought you to this place for such a time as this, a chance for you to be a light for me in this darkness. Be careful to obey, do not let my words depart from you, think about them all the time so that you will be successful. Do not be afraid for I will be with you. I love you. Jesus
How is it that He continues to blew me away time after time with His faithfulness!! When Melia came down for breakfast I handed her the note in the shape of a bow (the whole bow part seemed a little odd to me, but who am I to question the Lord). I told her that the Lord asked me to write this note for Him. On the way to school, I noticed Melia rubbing her fingers along the bow shaped note.
"Mom, can you believe Jesus wrote me this letter and even tied it up in a bow?" Then it hit me, of course He did, of course He would wrap His gift to her in a bow. Melia continued "I am so glad He is going to be with me today, I don't think I would have been able to do this on my own."
Well... Amen & AMEN!