"Ashley, do you realize that in just a few short months you will no longer be a child?"
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
"You’re turning thirteen. Just think! You’re leaving your childhood behind. Ashley, you will never pass this way again."
"This is such a heartbreak! Oh, grief, sadness! I’m too young for this."
"Brooke, get in here quick! Mom’s losing it."
"It was traumatic enough watching you go from 0 – 1, let alone 12 – 13. What will I do when you turn 20?"
"Mom, you’re embarrassing."
I was reading my Bible one morning when I noticed a passage from Ezekiel 13:10-15 in which the prophet spoke of “untempered morter.”
“Because, even because they have seduced my people, saying, Peace; and there was no peace; and one built up a wall, and, lo, others daubed it with untempered morter: Say unto them which daub it with untempered morter, that it shall fall: there shall be an overflowing shower; and ye, O great hailstones, shall fall; and a stormy wind shall rend it, Lo, when the wall is fallen, shall it not be said unto you, Where is the daubing wherewith ye have daubed it? Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; I will even rend it with a stormy wind in my fury; and there shall be an overflowing shower in mine anger, and great hailstones in my fury to consume it.
I was in my house tending to my four month old daughter when the terrified screaming began. Neighborhood children burst through my back door crying, "Mrs. Hooker, come quick! Candy’s head is stuck in the porch railing!" Had it not been so pitiful, it could have been quite comical as I watched panic stricken grade schoolers, who had been calmly walking home from school, turn into a human dynamos as they ran and leaped our backyard fence. Everyone wanted to rescue her but no one knew just how. Poor little two year old Candace! All she knew was that she was stuck and she was scared to death.
Written and Performed by Brooke Hooker Williams.
If through a broken heart
You can make your purpose known
Then I thank you Lord for heartaches
That have come my way
And though I don’t understand
Lord help me rest in your hand
And work your plan in me
And though at times I fear
Let me be still
Let me be still and hear your voice in the night
In the quiet of the night