Dear Jamie,
We don’t
know each other. Well, we don’t know
each other well. We’ve probably smiled
as we’ve walked into Beatbox together.
We’ve probably dropped our kids off at the same time, and we’ve tried to
grab our breath in between songs. And we’ve
probably made eye contact and took a deep breath when “that song” came on.
But, I feel like I know you. The Beatbox community is a place where people
belong and where women, especially, find a safe place to be the women we were
created to be. This is a place where
there are no “mom wars” or comparison games.
Because of this, Ellen has created a place of support, love, and sweat.
When I heard the news Friday afternoon,
my stomach dropped. As a mom of
toddlers, I knew you must be terrified. I
knew you probably had to leave your class early in a panic, and I stopped and
prayed. I didn’t know what to pray, and
I still don’t, but I couldn’t complete my day as usual. I was silent before the Lord all day silently
begging him to do what we all wanted Him to do.
I couldn’t sleep, because Beatbox Moms stick together. If one of us is pleading with the Lord
through the night, then I was too.
This is not about me. This is about surrounding you in prayer. As a teacher and mom of a 2 year old boy who
loves rain boots, I find myself weeping for you as I can’t imagine the pain and
sorrow you are experiencing. I am so so
so very sorry.
I believe in the power of prayer.
There have been times in my life, where pain was too real and too big and
prayers wouldn’t come. There have been
times where I have needed others to pray, because I was unable to. We serve a God who weeps with you, who
grieves alongside you. I believe in a
God who answers our cry for help. So I
pray this over you.
Father, we pray for help.
We pray for peace and rest. In
the night, when it’s quiet, and the guests have left, I pray for Your
overwhelming peace to come in the darkest times. I pray for the body of Christ to surround Jamie
in ways she didn’t know she could be loved.
I pray that every little need, like milk in the fridge and laundry, is
done by someone before Jamie even realizes it’s a need. I pray for Jamie in those moments when
Madeline asks innocent questions, which cause great pain to answer. I pray for the days when people will come and
go, and conversations will be a mixture of painful and joyful. I pray for strength and rest during these
days. I pray that Jamie doesn’t doubt
how extravagantly you love her. And when
she does, I pray you would send grace and love in ways that are undeniable. I pray she knows it’s ok to not be strong all
the time, and it’s ok to ask for what you need.
And it’s ok to not know what you need.
I pray for help for this mom, sister, and dad. I pray that you would invade their home and
make your presence known.
I sit in quiet in front of the creator, and I wait for the
King in a state of expectation during this Advent season. Your Beatbox family wants you to know that
you’re loved. You’re an incredible mom.
And you are not alone.
Love from a Beatbox Mom,
Liz
