His Only Son, His Only Daughter

How deep the Father’s love for us

How vast beyond all measure

That He should give His only Son

To make a wretch His treasure

The echo of the evening news welcomed me as came home from a long day.

I dropped my purse on the bed, and stretched, craning my head toward the television.

That’s when I saw her.

My eyes focused on the face of my friend.  Megan looked beautiful, as always, and in the picture her arm was draped lovingly around another lovely young woman.  That woman’s name was Brittney.  The news continued and my shock grew.

As the camera panned across the lot of my old Greenbrook apartment, I listened sadly as the anchor talked about the Thanksgiving tragedy.

Edd tried desperately to resuscitate her.  Ignoring his own wound, he forged on, trying to save her.

It was a painful story to grasp.

He was wounded, hurting, but focus instead on his daughter.  He was a father laying down his life for his most prized love. 

How great the pain of searing loss

The Father turns His face away

The love of a father—unrelenting, unyielding.

The sacrifice of a father—ignoring his suffering.

To see the courage, devotion, and strength, all wrapped underneath a steel ribbon of love, is overwhelming.

If as humans our love flows so deeply, imagine the span and depth of God’s love.  It surrounds us.  It is an unrelenting and unyielding force so infinite that we cannot fully perceive its fortitude.

He gave His only Son for us.

He tries desperately to resuscitate us to His love, from His love.  He puts examples of that love everywhere around us.  I pray for those whose lives were taken that day and that He hold them now, showing them the love that only He can provide.


The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18).