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In Remembrance of Hana Williams

Hana Williams, Kidane Mehret

Hana Williams, 1997-2011

It’s been five years since the death of Hana (Alemu) Williams.

In the past five years, the media has not reported on any deaths linked to “To Train Up A Child” by Michael and Debi Pearl.

Still, I hear people recommending this resource to new parents — though more hush-hush than before.

We mourn.  Mourn the lives of Sean, Lydia, and Hana.  Mourn the children harmed by their parents, influenced by the Pearls.  Mourn for the lost innocence of the children and church alike.

I have posted little on the blog this year beyond mourning.  It’s been a hard year plus for our family.  Yet we are here, together. . . alive and loving. . . struggling and healing. . .

I’m thankful for that.

And still my heart is pulled to weep with those who weep, to remember those who are gone.

God, have mercy.




The Passing Storm 


 Tonight’s sunset… No beautiful colors, but glorious just the same. These grey clouds are the tail end of the storm Erika, which has downgraded to just a tropical depression. 
While we mourn the lives lost in the Dominican Republic, we rejoice that it brought needed rain and not devastation elsewhere. 
Tonight A3 and I were reading his “Jesus Storybook Bible” about when the wind and waves obeyed Jesus. Probably for the first time, A3 made a connection between a story we read and our life. “We p’ayed, and the sto’m passed us by!”
Not all storms of life pass us by… But Jesus is with us in the midst of them anyway. 

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

    He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
    He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
    for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
    I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
    your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
    all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord

Psalm 23, ESV

Today’s reading was Psalm 23.  (It’s June 23rd… see a pattern?)  I read it aloud to A2.  I’ve been meditating upon it, and humming the lullabye tune that goes along with it.

As my friend Anne said the other day, “I’ve been wanting to say something, but not sure what to say….. Something like, The psychology of being in a war is weird. … I haven’t anything much deeper to say at this point.”

We were on R&R (rest & recuperation) the past two weeks.  It was wonderful to have a family vacation.  It was needful to be away from Ukraine and the news.  And, yet. . . I felt guilty.  I have the privilege of R&R.  When my husband’s two-year tour here is complete, we’ll be moving on.  But my Ukrainian friends?  This is their life, their future.

The Lord is my Shepherd. . . He leads me. . .  

This is the truth for me and my Ukrainian friends, and I want to dwell in this reality moment by moment.