That’s a contented sigh, in case you couldn’t tell. My friends finally received the answer for which they’ve been waiting. An investigation is under way, there has been a necessary submission by those who have wronged to those who were harmed.
I’m sure I’ll blog more about this later because I learned so much from it. I was reminded again of what true godly character looks like. I saw what it means to patiently bear up under great weights put on by others. I saw what a difference it makes when a few people consistently cry out for justice. (I know, too, it shouldn’t take that much work in a Christian setting)
In some kind of strange way, arguing for my friends helped me argue a bit for myself. I don’t know yet what that means, but I know that I was changed in the telling of this story. I am awed by those little girls, now amazing women, for boldly going into such a terrible battle with no guarantee of victory.
I can’t wait to see how it works out for them. I can’t wait to see the things God does in the life of that family, those other families and in everyone who came into contact with this over the past few weeks. I know DK’s survivors have a difficult journey ahead as new horrors will be uncovered, old hurts will be revisited and ghosts will come back to haunt. But I know that God gives beauty for ashes. I know that He will restore the years the locusts have eaten. I know that in Him we all will arise.
Glory to Jesus Christ! Glory forever.