Tell Laura I Love Her

I couldn’t stop thinking about Laura yesterday. On the drive to church, during the service and on the drive home again, my thoughts flew to a little girl that I have never met.

I belong to a writers’ group that chats online. Recently, a prayer request came through for Laura, the four-year-old daughter of a writer’s friend. I’ve never met the writer, let alone this little girl, but my heart is heavy for both. Laura has cancer and treatment has failed. Doctors have no hope for her recovery.

The writer later sent us a letter from Laura’s mother:

“Laura will be coming home tomorrow. Her pain medication is working well. She will also be receiving radiation to the spinal area for pain control. Radiation will start next Thursday for five days.

“Laura has adjusted very well. She often expresses thoughts about what heaven will be like. She wondered whether she would be here for Christmas, and I told her we didn’t know. That was okay, she thought. Jesus would give her Christmas presents. In fact, she thought, He would have a lot of shopping to do because there are a lot of people in heaven.

“For Hank and me, the initial shock has worn off. Since Laura is so happy and excited about going to heaven, it’s easy to be happy with her. Difficult days are ahead, but they will only come one at a time.” Love, Hank and Karla

As I went about my Sunday routine, I wondered what it must be like to stare death in the face six weeks before Christmas, or at any time. I thought about this brave little girl who happily anticipates heaven. I tried to imagine what it would be like to prepare my child and myself for such a heart-rending event.

I remember our kids at that age, how simply they prayed for anything and everything. Their faith was contagious and our children’s prayers were direct and unrestrained. There was the time that they asked God for a piano and nine months later one arrived on a truck. Our son prayed for a guitar and a stranger brought one to the door late one night. They prayed for a house, for favor with Jamaican customs, for building supplies to arrive at a construction site, for protection from a hurricane, and for food when we lived by faith. They also prayed for healing, salvation and victory for others. Christian homeschooling meant that we had time to focus on things like Scripture reading and prayer and oftentimes school would stop so that we could pray.

Sometimes they saw their prayers answered; sometimes they didn’t, but their faith remained strong. I read Laura’s words about Jesus and Christmas and I could imagine my daughter saying the same thing had she been in Laura’s place. And I thank God that she wasn’t.

Yesterday’s sermon was entitled There is Hope. I began crying during the first song and continued throughout worship. Every song declared God’s power, majesty and faithfulness. Every song spoke of the hope that is in Christ. When we got to Blessed be the Name, I struggled through my tears, gulping out the song and praying for Laura at the same time.

Blessed be your name, In the land that is plentiful, Where your streams of abundance flow, Blessed be your name

Blessed be your name, When I’m found in the desert place, Though I walk through the wilderness, Blessed be your name

Refrain: Every blessing you pour out, I’ll turn back to praise. When the darkness closes in Lord, Still I will say:

Blessed be the name of the Lord, Blessed be your name, Blessed be the name of the Lord, Blessed be your glorious name

Blessed be your name, When the sun’s shining down on me, When the world’s all as it should be, Blessed be your name

Blessed be your name, On the road marked with suffering, Though there’s pain in the offering, Blessed be your name

Refrain: You give and take away, You give and take away, My heart will choose to say, Lord, blessed be your name.

It is 3:00 a.m. as I write this. I am still thinking of Laura, because an hour ago, I awoke with one other song ringing through my mind. It’s not a praise song, and its lyrics aren’t nearly as fine as Matt Redman’s, but I can imagine God singing this love song over a sweet little girl who loves Him with all her heart.

Tell Laura I love her, Tell Laura I need her, Tell Laura not to cry, My love for her will never die.

I originally wrote this in December, 2004. Laura died that month.


Dianne Dachyshyn is a freelance writer and a motivational speaker who lives in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.  She works as a home education facilitator, helping homeschooling families plan their programs and deal with challenges.  Dianne is passionate about teaching children to write.  Visit her website at HomeschoolWell.com.

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Dianne Dachyshyn is a freelance writer and a motivational speaker who lives in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. She works as a home education facilitator, helping homeschooling families plan their programs and deal with challenges. Before working as a facilitator, she home educated her three children for seven years. She has sold curriculum, worked as a private consultant to homeschoolers, served on a homeschooling board and has been a keynote speaker at homeschool conventions and support meetings. Dianne is passionate about teaching children to write. From her experience in the classroom, in homeschooling and in relationships with other writers, she knows that this is by far the most challenging area to learn and to teach. Dianne Dachyshyn is available to speak to groups on the topics of homeschooling, parenting and teaching writing. She can be reached at dianne@homeschoolwell.com.


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