With a broken heart

Last night we received the news we have been praying we would never hear: the date when our foster granddaughter Little D will be placed permanently with her birthfather.

Just hours before, we had been told of a later time period (and last week we were told of an even later time period), so this was especially jarring, and yet typical of how this roller coaster has gone.

A few minutes ago, Driya was picked up for a six-day, five-night stay with her
birthfather. She will be returned to our daughter Bethany and son-in-law Nate's home on Tuesday. Two days later, on Thursday, June 2nd, she will be taken to live with her birthfather permanently. Those at social services have said this is not how they wanted this case to go, that Little D clearly thrives in this (the only home she has ever known in her nearly 18 months of life), but that they did not have enough legally to win the case in court.

This is a death in our family. Our hearts are broken. Our faith is rocked. There
really are no words. We are leaning on our Savior, deeply confused at His negative response to our fervent prayers.

"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him." We ask your prayer support right
now - for Little D, above all; for Bethany and Nate, who are valiantly clinging to the Lord in the midst of their worst nightmare, and for all of us (Little D's grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts and uncles), who love Little D with all our hearts. We ask prayer for grace, for strength, for courage, for peace, and yes, even now, for a miracle.

He is able.