Ken Lovelace Ministries


A TRIBUTE TO GRAYSON by Lygia Lovelace “Mommy, am I a diamond in your heart?” You were born in the mountains. Perhaps you were a child of consequence to the family who bore you, yet to us, you will always be a dream come true. For two years you lived out a nightmare as you were passed from home to home, and then ultimately to an orphanage. I’m sorry for that. Perhaps you felt that no one cherised you…no one saw you as the precious gift that you are. But that isn’t true. Even before you were born, God gave us a dream that was you. He wouldn’t allow us to rest until He presented you to us. And you are our dream come true. “Mommy, am I a diamond in your heart?” The first time our eyes met, you held no recognition of me. You couldn’t understand me. To you, I was a stranger. You tolerated our hugs and kisses, but with a faint look of distrust, and with sadness. You smiled as we dressed you in sweet little girl clothes. Your eyes brightened as your hair began to grow and when you began wearing hair bows, you made sure everyone noticed. You looked on in amazement as we gave you all you could eat and all you could drink, without reserve. You gradually learned to giggle at our silliness. You slowly began to say our strange words, in an attempt to communicate and “belong”. You loved to learn and began to ask about everything! You learned to give hugs, and to prefer us over others. You loved to dress up and pretend. You loved to dance to pretty music. You loved your sister’s little toy diamond necklace and wore it always. One day, I watched you as you were holding that little plastic necklace. You were turning it over and over between your chubby fingers, looking with awe at the colors as they shone in the light. As I was watching you, I was thinking about how important that necklace was to you, that it was dear to you, something of value, something significant. Then, you looked up at me. With hope in your big brown eyes, you asked, “Mommy… am I a diamond in your heart?” More than that, sweet Grayson. You are my heart.”

A TRIBUTE TO GRAYSON
by Lygia Lovelace

“Mommy, am I a diamond in your heart?”

You were born in the mountains. Perhaps you were a child of consequence to the family who bore you, yet to us, you will always be a dream come true.

For two years you lived out a nightmare as you were passed from home to home, and then ultimately to an orphanage.

I’m sorry for that. Perhaps you felt that no one cherised you…no one saw you as the precious gift that you are. But that isn’t true.

Even before you were born, God gave us a dream that was you. He wouldn’t allow us to rest until He presented you to us.

And you are our dream come true.

“Mommy, am I a diamond in your heart?”

The first time our eyes met, you held no recognition of me. You couldn’t understand me. To you, I was a stranger.

You tolerated our hugs and kisses, but with a faint look of distrust, and with sadness. You smiled as we dressed you in sweet little girl clothes. Your eyes brightened as your hair began to grow and when you began wearing hair bows, you made sure everyone noticed. You looked on in amazement as we gave you all you could eat and all you could drink, without reserve. You gradually learned to giggle at our silliness.

You slowly began to say our strange words, in an attempt to communicate and “belong”. You loved to learn and began to ask about everything!

You learned to give hugs, and to prefer us over others.

You loved to dress up and pretend. You loved to dance to pretty music. You loved your sister’s little toy diamond necklace and wore it always.

One day, I watched you as you were holding that little plastic necklace. You were turning it over and over between your chubby fingers, looking with awe at the colors as they shone in the light. As I was watching you, I was thinking about how important that necklace was to you, that it was dear to you, something of value, something significant. Then, you looked up at me. With hope in your big brown eyes, you asked,

“Mommy…

am I a diamond in your heart?”

More than that, sweet Grayson.

You are my heart.”