Dear Mothers in Mourning,
I just watched a video of one of you—just one of 50 or so of you who are experiencing the worst grief of your life today. “Nobody can tell me anything about my son!” you wailed. You don’t know if he is alive or dead. I watched your raw anguish as you sobbed into the news camera and I cried with you. I pray your son is safe. I wish I could follow your story and find out somehow if you have found him.
But to those of you who know, who already know that your children are lost, who can’t go back to a place in time where your grown up child’s heart beat strong and sure—my heart breaks for you even more. I can’t imagine any one of my three children being torn from me by violence, becoming the victim of hate, of someone who hates SO much that he just wants to kill—he doesn’t care about your beautiful child’s name, what they did for a living, their favorite food, or the way their dimples show up with even a hint of a smile. He just wanted to kill, because of something he perceived to be wrong about anyone who would be in the place where your child was in Orlando early this morning.
Mamas, please hear me: I mourn with you. And I know God does too. Because the truth that cannot be taken away by violence or hatred is this: whether male, female, transgender, black, white, hispanic, asian, middle eastern, gay, or straight, your beautiful child was the child of your womb and the child of God’s heart—fearfully and wonderfully made in His image.
The loss of your child is a tremendous loss to you and a tremendous loss to our nation and our world. It is felt today in every mother’s heart and we grieve with you.
Beautiful Mothers, I am praying for you. I am praying that your Orlando community comes around you and loves you and honors your child. I pray that God comforts you in only a way that He can; for surely only supernatural love and comfort can minister to you in this moment. I pray our country and our leaders honor your child and their lives, and I pray they do everything in their power to keep other mothers from being in your same place at some time in our country’s future.
Your child was a treasure, and as you feel the weight of the cavernous void left by his or her absence, know I will be thinking of you. I will be standing with you, as another mother, in solidarity.
I only wish I could do more for you.
With love and tears,