Safely Home

Safely Home

By: Susan Deborah Schiller

"Love from Papa" Series

A young woman, crying from the depths of her heart said to me, "My friends all told me it would be easy. When I got to the clinic it was jam-packed full of girls. We all sat in one room and it seemed so normal. One-by-one we were taken into the back and it seemed just like a regular medical visit. Then I got to the end, and when I saw the trash bag I knew. It should never have been." Her sobs wracked her whole body, and her grief bled into my own heart. We held each other and cried through the waves of agony.

I don't know the full depths of the pain in that young mother's heart, but I do know that she's one of the BEST mama's today.

I didn't experience the despair she felt; I wasn't in her shoes. But I was planning to raise her child, if she chose to keep that little one. But someone intervened… someone who should have known better, and so it happened.

Alone, afterward, I cried about as hard as the young woman. I felt that loss… the bitter load put on the young mother's heart and the devastating consequence that took an innocent child's life and shattered her mother's heart. Too much pain. This world is not an easy place. There are no black and white lines here, only a million shades of gray.

So I prayed, and a song arose from within me. I'm not a poet or a songwriter, so when a song comes like this I know it's not mine, but His. I call it "Safely Home" and I tried to remember and to write all the lines, here. It's from the Father's Heart.

You are My beloved child.

I've called you My own.

I love you with all of My heart and soul.

In Me there is  no striving.

I love to hear your voice.

Come to Me daily.

I am your Firend. Your closest Friend.

I'm lonesome apart from you.

Come dance with Me. Come stay with Me.

No cares, no worries, no troubles can separate us.

Put down your sword and shield.

I am your sure defense.

You are Home in Me.

Yes, we Three are hiding in Thee.

You are Home in Me.

Safely Home."

Papa God whispered to me, "I will keep her with Me always." And I knew He meant this little child.

So I don't think of the scene with the trash bag any longer, as described by the young woman with the broken heart. Instead I picture this child with Him, riding on His shoulders, and lifted into His lap.

I have re-framed this memory and I re-wrote the history of this family, my family.

There are no easy answers for grief. With all my heart, I want to create an abuse-free zone around my heart and home, my community and world. There is so much needless pain and tragedy.

This trauma could have been prevented, but for that one abusive voice who chose not to love but to judge.

There's something about the power of song, even if you aren't a songwriter and have an unmusical voice, like mine… The song becomes a prophetic Word, a God-word, and it creates our world; it rewrites the future.

Whenever a deep tragedy happens in my life, I hear Papa's whisper wooing me to sing, dance, and pray. None of that makes logical sense, but it takes me out of the trauma zone, out of the fear zone, and into a happier place.

Tagged as: "Love from Papa" Series, Choosing Love Today, Deborah White Dove