I haven’t written in a while.
Life’s been heavy.
I’ve been following the heartbreaking case of Jayden Lee Meek – the 11 year old boy found dead outside his mother’s flat. And like many of you, I’ve been deeply affected. As a mother, I can’t understand how a child could leave this world like that… alone, hurt, and betrayed by the one meant to protect him most.
At first, I thought, No… this can’t be real. Not his own mother.
But as more lies unravel and disturbing details come to light, my heart just breaks more. Not just for Jayden – but for every child whose pain goes unseen.
And still, as much as my flesh wants to scream for justice and answers, my spirit whispers, Lord, have mercy.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18
I haven’t been praying like I used to. I’ve felt dry. Empty.
But I started again.
When I couldn’t find the words, I asked the Holy Spirit to intercede.
And He did.
“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us…”
— Romans 8:26
Because God has still been good to me.
My baby girl is doing so much better – by His grace.
And I can’t forget that.
Even in my silence, I’ve been praying… for Jayden.
For Tiffany Meek, his mother.
For truth to come out.
For justice.
And even more, for mercy.
Because no matter how broken someone is – only God can reach into that place. And if He doesn’t… the cycle just repeats.
“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.”
— Micah 6:8
It’s been story after story lately – mothers hurting their children, failing them in the worst ways.
Another mother giving her child drugs through broken glass.
And the case of Joslin Smith – sold for R20,000 to a sangoma. For her eyes. Her golden skin.
Lord, have mercy.
“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget, I will not forget you!”
— Isaiah 49:15
This is not the world I want my children growing up in.
And it reminds me why I love children the way I do.
Why my yard is always full of giggles and little feet.
Why I give out ice pops, marshmallows, and space to just be kids.
Why I taught Sunday school just to be close to my son.
Why I pray.
“Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.”
— Psalm 127:3
Lord, protect the children.
Especially in South Africa.
Put angels around them.
Raise up mothers who will stand in the gap.
Raise up communities that will not turn a blind eye.
Raise up healing – even in the midst of horror.
And please, Lord…
Have mercy.
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