This is Michaela at age 2, with her baby brother Alex. I look back at those times, and we were so innocent. I held her in my arms, never knowing that one day she would be so terribly ripped away from me. I took joy in her sweet smiles, never knowing that they would one day be replaced by screams of terror. Oh God, it seems it is my endless destiny not only to find out what happened to my daughter, but to understand WHY and HOW this could have happened.
This is Michaela's tree, which grows next to the parking space Michaela's kidnapper was parked in when he lured her to his car and kidnapped her. Nineteen years later, tree is a generous description for it, but nevertheless we left our remembrance for her on November 19, 2007. This is a placque nestled in the branches, so people will know why the ribbons and balloons are there.
Here are some pictures of the ribbons we hung in the tree, and some balloons hung by children from the neighborhood.
And on another tree across town (thanks, Cabrina and Tiana).
I'd like to meet someone who can tell me what happened to Michaela. But I am also happy to meet others who are struggling with grief, and particularly those who may be stumbling in their faith because of grief. It took me fifteen years to make peace with God after I lost my daughter, but I did, finally, make that peace.
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I was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
...Casting Crowns
Many people have asked me how I was able to make my peace with God after Michaela's kidnapping. But one day, I was sitting in church with tears streaming down my face, and I felt God say to me, "Do you think I don't know how you feel?" And I felt the heart of God, as he watched his own Son suffer at the hands of men, as he watched him die. Even one of the worst of my own nightmares, that Michaela had at some point given up .. coming, that she had felt ABANDONED ... God the Father had felt even that as Jesus cried out, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
Someone once asked God, "Where were you when my son died?" and God replied, "The same place I was when my Son died." There is a video clip on this page. If you watch it, you will see the anguish Jesus' mother suffered as she watched him walk the Via Dolorosa. God suffered no less.
I saw the parents of a VT shooting victim on television a few weeks ago, and they said they had come to terms with the fact that their greatest loss was actually their daughter's greatest gain. I don't know for certain whether Michaela has passed from this life or not, but if she has, it is true that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord who Michaela loved, and there is no more sorrow or pain in that place.
My children, who kept me alive in the worst of times.
God, who so patiently and lovingly drew me back to himself.