You should know that no matter how old you are, I see you as the little girl you once were.
I say this because you tell me you can’t ask Yahweh because you don’t believe in Him.
Because you don’t believe in Him is exactly why you should ask Him. What do you have to lose?
Don’t worry, I know you do have stuff to lose. So let me phrase the argument as a parable:
In 1998 I lost a daughter. In my mind I lost 3. She was a triplet. She was taken from me because I was a foster parent in a place where the laws of custody and adoption were not held in high regard.
Her mother wanted the babies back. If she could not have them herself, she was willing to allow us to adopt them. Brave mama, tough story.
They took the babies. Broke my heart. Drove me to desperate measures.
The last desperate measure was leaving a record.
If you go to the archives of the federal court of western Pennsylvania you will find my record–a quixotic lawsuit I filed so that if I could not get her back, at least she could find me.
If she ever looked.
If she wanted the true story.
Because I was pretty sure she would not find it without a little help from the public record.
And since she was just a baby when they took her, I knew that they could erase me pretty easily.
But I am real and I love her. I was her mother for awhile. And I have never stopped loving her and her family.
God is like that. He is always our first mother, our foster mother, who can then be erased by another story.
But never forget. The story of His love for you is in the public record. It is your job to find it.
I have known for years that my daughter had a choice to look for me or choose to look away.
But I can assure you that I am real.
And I have loved her since the day I met her.