This is the age of electronics and social media that covers the world. We can look for someone through this medium that was never available in the past. Because of this and the hundreds of people who read my blog from around the world, I am dedicating this post to the parents and friends who have a missing loved one.
Maybe a person has vanished because of foul play or maybe he or she left of their own accord, which those of us who have experienced this know well the sadness that separation brings. Yet, people make their decisions and we all live with the results.
We pray for these brave parents of the Missing People’s Choir of England that they will be reunited with their missing loved ones. They have been left with memories only and the constant words in their hearts and minds, “I Miss You!” They are still hoping and praying that the doorbell will ring and you…the missing, will be standing there. If you are one of these people on the screen above the performers, JUST CALL. That is all they wish for…to know that you are safe and alive.
Go to a phone. Call your Mom or Dad. They only want you to know that you have always been loved and are greatly missed. The past is the past and there is a future.
Whether it has been a day or so…or years…just CALL.
The video below is of a group of people in Great Britain who bonded together to sing and share their sorrow and sadness because each one has a missing loved one. It appears as a musical event of talent, but their purpose is clear…maybe, just maybe someone will see the program or this blog and will make a decision to go home to those who care.
Look carefully at the pictures and names put on the screen behind the singers. Do you know this person? Is this person…you? Are any of these people your parents? Pass on this blog to friends who can also pass it on. It may bring someone home.
(If you don’t have access to a home number, there are numbers to call for help: In the U.S.: Any age or if a missing person is a child, call 911, or call the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children: 800-THE-LOST (800-843-5678). There is NO online filing—all reports must be made on the phone or in person. In the UK: free, confidential and available 24/7. Call or text 116 000 Email email@example.com.
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We often hear about this group or that group that “matters”. Have we forgotten the people that should matter the most to us?….the Family. Yes, we encourage our children grow up and go out into the world, to find their way, and become good citizens. That is all well and good, but we should also be telling them, by our actions, that they are never forgotten and that Family Matters. If they want to “forget” us, then that is another story and there is not much one can do about those decisions that harm and hurt the family we care about. What we say in front of our children gives them knowledge of what values should be. Often, but not always, they follow those examples in their adult life.
It is heart breaking to see a family with young children come into a restaurant and most of them, including the adults, pull out a phone to either text someone, read messages or play a game. One has to ask, is this what we are teaching our children about family time?
What about Grandparents? Does divorce or growing older keep children away from the grandparents who are related to them? We, as parents, make these decisions also. Remember that children cannot help where there are problems between adults. They can learn a great deal from getting to see their Grandparents. How about telling our children to make a phone call or write a thank you note to let them know that they too, as Grandparents, are not forgotten and are an important part of the family.
Take a look at this video that our son sent us from Australia. It speaks volumes.
The postman comes as he says “in rain, snow, sleet, …and of course when the sun shines”. In some places he also braves the family dog protecting the property.
No one gives a thought that the one placing letters in those little boxes may also be a great person who really cares. People like to complain when he/she is late with the mail. They like to peak around the corner to see if he has come…and there is a sense of excitement. Just maybe there is a letter from someone special waiting at my door or in that little box. One girl found such a letter because she wrote one. When she grows up, she will know that God was not silent. He just used the heart that cared and had a piece of paper and a pen on which to write.
TWO SPECIAL LETTERS: (Author unknown)
crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to
heaven, God would recognize her.I told her that I thought that we could, so she dictated these words:Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog?
Abbey died yesterday and is with you in heaven.
I miss her very much.I ‘m happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
She likes to swim and play with balls.I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.I really miss her.
Love, MeredithWe put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith,
addressed it to God/Heaven.We put our return address on it.Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.
That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch
addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand.
Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God
in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I
recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.Abbey loved being your dog.
Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to
keep your picture in so I’m sending it back to you in this little book for
you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you
write it and sending it to me.
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I’m easy to find.
I am wherever there is love.Love,
It’s Christmas Eve here in the West. Little children go to bed thinking of the gift they may receive in their excitement in the morning. People stop by their church before tucking them in…to remember the perfect Gift that God sent this night. Gifts were brought by the Wisemen so long ago. It made me stop to think of another gift that I recently heard about.
This is the story about a gift to an unknown person. Parents decided to give their daughter’s heart… after she had been killed in an accident. In making this decision, neither parent had any idea what a perfect gift this would be. Someone needed this heart so desperately. Receiving a gift of such magnitude…and with such gratitude…a life was restored. A part of their 13-year-old daughter would live on. The receiver of this gift would once again be able to care and love a family who may have lost her…except that she would receive a wonderful gift from unselfish people.
Tender…loving…caring…outside of the gift that God gave of His Only Son…this one represents the best in giving. Merry Christmas.
Do not miss this touching story…and make your prayers for both families this Christmas Eve.