Camping out

My dear friend over at Abandoned for Life wrote about how her boys were so excited to sleep out in a tent in the yard with their Aunt Suzanne, but it was not long after they settled into the tent that her preschooler came running into the house crying. The tent experience was too much for him at his young years and his mother tucked him into his inside-the-house bed. Another friend whom I work with told me a similar story of her husband tenting in the yard with their boys and neither of them lasted the night.

I can remember when my youngest child was embarrassed when she still needed a night light in her room because she was afraid of the dark. She’d wake up in the middle of the night scared from “night terrors”. I had never heard of them before, but they are a bone fide medical diagnosis. She would scream and when I would go into her room she would be sitting bolt upright in bed, staring straight ahead, breathing heavily and her heart would be pounding. She could never recall what scared her and I had to go through the ritual of checking under her bed and in her closet to be sure there was nothing hiding in her room.

For the past 3 days, I have been writing about the bombing of innocent civilians in the Sudan. Sudanese families are sleeping in caves for fear of government bomb raids in the middle of the night. They go to their homes in the day, but walk the 15 minutes to the caves for sleeping at night. They have done this now for the past two months in the Kordofan province of the Sudan. Having seen friends and family from their small villages killed by the bombs, the children must be so very scared.

Praying for those in the Sudan today, especially the children,

Dawn

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3 comments on “Camping out

  1. Dear Dawn,

    As I mentioned in a comment at Deep into Scripture, I am in a deep pondering mode over these last few days, I think initiated in part by this series of posts you are currently writing. Just wanted you to know that I am still walking silently with you, not indifferent, but deeply moved.

    Bless you, dear lady.
    Andrea Dawn

  2. Dearest Andrea Dawn,

    Me, too, (deeply moved) and praying for our dear friend, Susan, right in the middle of rescued children in the south of that very same continent. I know my readers and was not at all surprised that there was silence here. Such news moves each one so deeply because we don’t play games around here. I think this is one of those “Be still” times. I appreciate that you left a note to tell me of your “walking silently,” but I knew you were there. I know your heart so you had to be.

    Warm hugs to you,
    Dawn

  3. to feel so helpless… to know the pain others bear… to be so far away…
    My daughter a year ago shared how as a child she would cry for the horrors that went on in Africa as refugees would be slaughtered by evil men, or the hungry be perishing, or the sick dying alone. She said if only she could be there, she could be of some help. And then there she was in South Africa, hearing cries in the night and seeing fires and gunshots only a kilometer away and she lay helpless on her bed, unable in the blackness of night to offer anything except prayer. The locals were reacting against migrant workers and refugees infiltrating their country and taking jobs that were never enough anyway. People were being ripped out of homes and taxis and if they did not speak the local dialects they were beat and sent on their way, homes burnt, lives taken… for weeks there were screams in the night and people afraid to breath. The army retaliated with rubber bullets and eventually things settled down but my daughter’s heart was disquieted… to be so close in the night, to receive phone calls at the children’s home in the black of night to please come help as shots are being fired… to feel so helpless. The Children Home’s own night watchman was blinded by locals shooting him with his own gun and rubber bullets… four days later when he returned to work he was again attacked by locals, shot and killed. In the midst of all this tragedy lay a twenty acre farm, home to abandoned babies of their land… 800 of which have found forever families somewhere in the world these past 18 years, run by a mother and her five children and volunteers from around the world.
    please check out tlc.org.za

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