Dear sweet girl in the baby blue dress…
Dear sweet girl in the baby blue dress,
I saw you at church this past Sunday.
You and some friends were sitting to the right of the stage, I was sitting above you in the balcony section.
When the worship music stopped, I noticed you drying your eyes with a tissue.
You were moved by the music.
You caught my eye because you reminded me of my daughter.
Blonde hair, on the tall side, and very similar features.
Your dress looked strikingly similar to a dress my daughter wears often.
From that moment on, I could not stop watching you.
My spirit was immediately stirred by The Holy Spirit to pray for you.
I still don’t know why, but I prayed.
As the pastor talked about suffering….I saw your shoulders crumple and your chin fall.
Tears ran down your sweet cheeks.
Again, I saw you wipe your eyes with that tissue.
It was all I could do to not jump out of my seat and give you the biggest hug and to tell you “it will be okay.”
I did not jump out of my seat, but again, I prayed.
“Lord, bless her and give her peace. Whatever is hurting, heal her Lord.”
I thought of all of the college students sitting around me.
So many.
It always brings me to tears to see so many college students attending church on Sunday morning.
I prayed for them.
All of them.
Protection, purity, faithfulness…all of it.
Just like I would pray for my own children.
Sweet girl, I know life can be so hard at times.
To be honest, it doesn’t get easier.
However, Jesus will always be near.
He will always wipe your eyes, comfort you, and draw you close.
I am so glad that you seem to know this already.
You were in church, when you could have been home.
You knew you needed fellowship with others.
You knew you would need that tissue.
You knew you needed a fresh Word from God.
I bet you didn’t know that a mother of two college kids would spot you and pray for you fervently.
I bet you didn’t know that I will never forget your beautiful face.
I bet you didn’t know that I am looking for you everywhere I go.
At the grocery store, gas station….still would love to pray over you face to face.
As soon as church ended, I tried to get to you, but in a blink you were gone.
I stayed outside of the church a few minutes as my husband kept asking, “who are you looking for?”
I told him, “ a beautiful girl in a blue sun dress.”
Sweet girl, I have no idea why you had so many tears at church this Sunday.
But, I do know that you are seen.
You are never out of God’s sight.
He knows your thoughts, your hurts, your sorrows, your grief, your trials, your fears…
He is the balm to all of it.
I thought of Psalm 139…
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
The older I get, the more desperate I am for Jesus.
The older I get, the more I find myself praying.
The older I get, the more my eyes are opened to the needs of those around me.
The older I get, I see that nothing is coincidental.
God puts people in our paths for such a time as this.
Sometimes its to help them, to feed them, to talk to them, to listen to them.
Often, I find it is just to pray for them.
More happens through prayer than anything else on earth.
Certain things just will not happen without prayer.
Jesus teaches us this.
Prayer is our weapon and I am yielding it on your behalf.
Whatever is making your eyes overflow with tears…
I am praying for Healing. Restoration. Joy. Peace.
Beauty from ashes.
Joy from mourning.
I hope that God will put you in my path again.
You are loved. Oh so loved.
a praying momma,
jill
