I wrote this line in a message to the Christian Communicators discussion group on Thursday, August 27. My message went on to say the following:
I’m not sure how to explain this or what to tell you, but I mentioned a few weeks ago about my daughter dealing with some tough things after having kicked out her fiance.
She let him come back, he beat her up, and stole from her, but she wasn’t willing to press charges. In the midst of all of this my granddaughter missed the first three days of school. When my daughter took her in on the fourth day with no explanation for the absences, the school alerted social services who opened a case to investigate the situation.
The school called me on Tuesday to see if I knew where my granddaughter was. She has not been to school since Thursday.
The neighbors haven’t seen them since then either. I have the police looking for them, but they tell me it’s up to social services to determine if this should become a missing persons case.
They explore every avenue and fight to find their child. They don’t stop because that means giving up.
An entire week had passed without word of my daughter or grandchildren. I imagined horrible things. I didn’t know if my daughter had left of her own accord or if her fiance had returned with more violence. Where were they? Were they safe? Were they even alive?
I reached out to Christian Communicators, a group of women speakers, with this message. Our discussion board gives us a place to share triumphs, questions, and prayer requests. As I knew they would, these women rallied around me.
For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. Matthew 18:20
AND this story has a miraculous ending.
At least once a year, Christian Communicators holds a new speakers conference. At the time of my message, there were thirty-three women meeting for this conference. They learned of my daughter’s and grandchildren’s disappearance, and they immediately stopped everything and gathered in heartfelt prayer, praying for the safety and return of my daughter and grandchildren. Vonda and Carolyn, the founders of this group, called me afterward to tell me about the prayers. I cried as I learned of these thirty-three women, most of whom I’d never met, lifting some of the most precious people in my life up to the Lord.
Thirty minutes after they prayed, only THIRTY minutes, my daughter called me. She had been hiding out for a week at that point, so it’s a tribute to God’s love and the power of prayer that she suddenly decided to turn to me.
Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. Matthew 17:20
Hallelujah! Prayer DOES move mountains.
As of August 28, the children have been living with my husband and me. We have temporary custody.
My daughter is struggling and moving along a dark path. We still pray for her, but I’m comforted in the knowledge that God answered the prayers of thirty-three like-minded women and encouraged my daughter to bring my grandchildren to safety.
For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle; In the secret place of His tent He will hide me; He will lift me up on a rock. Psalm 27:5
I pray that she learns the truth of this verse in Psalms, that she need not face her troubles alone. I pray she will learn to trust in Him to provide her protection.
A special thanks to Naomi Shedd for taking photos of this miracle unfolding.