A Little Girl
Lo, Children are an heritage of the Lord and the fruit of the womb is His reward. (KJV Psalm 127:3)
Is this considered an epidemic or an holocaust? Our children are dying, all over the world, needlessly and senselessly dying.
It tears my heart apart, especially when I hear of children who died violent deaths. Intentionally or accidentally it doesn't matter, death is no respecter of persons or of a family's heart.
Back in July of this year, one little girl touched the hearts of many Chicagoans. Her name was Mya Lyons. Nine years old, Mya's favorite color was pink. She also liked glitter.
Nine year old Mya was spending summer with her daddy. Mya's only fear was of the alley next to her dad's house. It was lined with overgrown weeds and at night the alley looked scary to her nine year old eyes.
One particular night, when she was suppose to be in bed, Mya went outside. No one is sure why she went out or how she was able to leave the house without anyone knowing or being aware that she was gone.
Remembering how I was at nine years old, I can only imagine that she went outside to sit on the porch steps and wait for her dad to come home from work.
When her dad came home, and realized that Mya wasn't in her bed or even in the house, he went searching outside. In a little while he found her.
In the course of a day:
I went grocery shopping and saw a baby in a shopping cart contently sucking from her baby bottle while her mom picked over some fruit.
In the course of a day:
While getting mail out of the mailbox, I looked out of our window to see the neighborhood kids running and playing up and down the sidewalk.
In the course of a day:
In the cool of the evening, my husband and I went walking in the park. Kids passed us on their bikes and I watched them hearing the sounds of their laughter as they rode by.
In the course of a day:
On the morning of July 19, 2008, a family here in Chicago, buried their little girl. Brutally murdered; stabbed multiple times and left in a dark alley, next to her daddy's house, Mya's little body was tossed into some overgrown weeds and left to die. She was nine years old.
Little Mya Lyons was buried in a pink dress and she wore a tiara in her hair. Her favorite color was pink and she also liked glitter.
Vanessa this is a very terrible world we are living in with some very terrible people. I pray that we all know where our children are at any given point and time, because their lives depend upon it.