|Created by Thelma Mandera for the anniversary|
of Michaela's kidnapping.
Every day I pray that God would wrap His arms around Michaela, wherever she is, let her feel His love, and remind her of who she is in Him. (She knew him and loved the Lord well before she was kidnapped, but who knows what the last 26 years might have done to her faith. I want her to be able to drawn on that faith and strength.)
Then I pray that God would remind her of me, remind her of my love for her which cannot end and cannot be damaged, tell her that I am still here with my heart and my arms open, longing for her to return.
I pray that in these things she might find strength to endure, strength to escape.
At this time, I have given information about Michaela to an organization that works to help international human trafficking victims. You know, generally I think this work is the other way around ... they are pointed to the victims and they help rescue them. Finding a little blue-eyed needle in the haystack that is the world, or even a single country, is something that would require purely divine intervention, so please pray for that!
And should any of you kind people who have sent information before be willing to follow up with something more specific that I can give to those who may be willing to get in there and do something, I would be forever, forever grateful.
Finally, Michaela, if ever you come across this blog and read my words, know my daughter that you are never far from my heart. Remember who you are. You are strong, you are loved. Whatever you need to do, you can do it.
Love you forever, baby girl.