Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The Father's Heart

My sleep was interrupted last night with yelling from outside that appeared to come from the ally. I should be used to street noise by now, but there was something different about it. I had just finished nursing Sophie and I heard glass breaking. There was some argument near the empty lot behind our building. It was clearly escalating and I could swear I heard a baby. I don't want to be one of those city dwellers who ignores the goings on around them so I called 911. I stayed near the back window and continued watching and praying. There were several people involved and it just kept getting worse and worse. It looked as if someone was stomping on someone else. I called 911 back and told them they better hurry up. Finally several cars responded.

Here's where I know I'm not in Kansas anymore....the police didn't ask me for a statement. They didn't take anyone in. They just sent them on their way.....The mom walking in one direction with her baby in a baby stroller (it was now 2:45 am) and the man who wouldn't let the kid go, in the other. My heart hurt watching that. First, how hardened are we that a violent domestic disagreement doesn't warrant further inspection? I am not proposing that all children be ripped from their famil, but may God's hand of protection be on that precious child who will undoubtedly continue to be witness to violence both verbal and physical.

I stayed up for another hour or so, tossing and turning and praying. My heart was broken watching the altercation. I can only imagine the Father's heart as He watches us.....

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