Weeping for Broken Hearts

Several years ago I spent a lot of time with two young girls, at the time 5 and 6, whose mother had left their family. Left in fear of her husband, fear of what he would do, giving up on being albe to see her girls to be where he couldn't find yer. And yet all they were left to believe is that their mother didn't want them anymore. They craved female attention and were thrown into my life as my heart was reeling to come up with answers for them when they asked why they had no mom and why I couldn't be their mom. One woman had walked out on their life and even at that young age, it left them insecure and terribly afraid of it happening again. Another woman entered their life the next year and for awhile everything was good again. My time with them faded as they had a step mother to fill that role and as life transitioned. But a few years later I got a call that the girls were asking about me again. Once again their security was ripped apart as another woman left their family. Left after being falsely accused of abusing the girls as she began to discover their sexual abuse by their father. But all they were told is that she didn't want them anymore either. By God's grace I was saved from becoming yet another victim, but not saved the agony of being another woman who left. I am devastated. Heart broken for these girls, angry that their dad through his sin put me in a position where I am another woman who is walking out of their life because it is not safe for me to contact him. I am one more reason why they will grow up not being able to trust anyone, and I feel powerless, like my hands are tied. I can do nothing but pray for them, weep for them. Weep for the countless girls who have been hurt so deep, and long for the day when their hearts can be healed by the unconditional love of a good and perfect Father.