Family, please, after you plead the Blood of Jesus over your Children, hug them close and if you can’t wrap your arms around them, call them and tell them you love them. Young minds in this COVID era need to hear it even more today.
Every day my I asked God to open my eyes to see what others can’t see, first within my son, that I can stop any and all attempts that may lead to him harming himself or attempting to commit suicide. (Yes he has tried, and yes he still talks about it).
Since this shutdown, others are dealing with similar thoughts and struggles as well, who may not have had issues in the past. For the parents of children with mental health issues, their condition has just become chronic. Making life a delicate balance as we live in a world with increasing hate and depravity against black and brown men and women.
Video after disturbing video being repeated replayed of how another life was senselessly taken either by a cop, a vigilante, or their own brother. Causing our young men and women to question their presence and purpose. Wondering which would take them out first, COVID 19 or a bullet. Asking if they should save others the problem and do it themselves. I had to have this unfortunate conversation with my 12-year-old son after he finally saw the execution of George Floyd.
Our children are suffering, many with pent up anger and confusion—isolation from all that is familiar to them. Yes, many states are starting to reopen, but with the reopening, comes other hard truths. Truths regarding the holes COVID have left in the fabric of our society.
The death angel spread his cape far and wide. Wiping out an entire school administration of some schools to whole families. Sometimes he cherrypicked, fracturing family homes, leaving parents without children and children without parents regardless of either age.
No, in the last three months, the world has changed. Isolation is now preferred, gatherings are health risks, photo ops are valued over life. Brutality is spotlighted, and racism is currently on trial.
Yes, the enemy is running wild, and our seed he is after. But God! But as parents, we can’t be with our older children as we are with those still in school. So we continue to plead the Blood of Jesus, that their ears would be tuned to Father’s voice thwarting every enemy attempt.
I write this as a mom who fights daily for a young black male child, who struggles to understand his purpose for living or the gift placed inside him when God created him. As a voice for others who feel they have lost their voice in depression and sorrow, the current time has brought them.
Lastly, I write this letter as a friend of a family that mourns the death of a young man gone too soon. A life shortened by his own hands for reasons I can not speak on specifically. A hole not only left in the nucleus of his family but his extended family both school and church that watch him sprout and was just beginning to bloom.
Call to action for all: Check-in your child, sibling, parent, or relative. Pray for them, over them, and with then. Make sure they are ok. And if they aren’t, find them help, to talk to someone. Don’t wait for someone else to speak up, cause then it might be too late.