Jocelyn, six years old.
Daughter of Amanda Berry, who was kidnapped and imprisoned ten years ago, hidden in a small urban home in Cleveland, Ohio with two other captives.
Jocelyn was born in this mess. This mess is all she knows. She was rescued from it, yes. But still, she has been ripped away from all she's ever known.
Its human nature to set roots, even in the most extreme circumstances. We'll do so wherever we're planted, in whatever soil we're forced to stand. Otherwise, we'd be washed away, dried out, and eventually whither to nothing. Though we may remember a better way, 'now' soon becomes 'normal,' and even when a preferable circumstance is presented, being transplanted can still be quite traumatic.
Unlike her mother and the other survivors, Jocelyn isn't coming back to anything; she's going away from the only plot of soil her little roots have ever known.
There's no doubt her life will be so much better because of it.
And I only have hopes this flower will grow and thrive.
But the process, the transplanting... it can take time.
Pray for her. Pray for her. Pray for her.
"... as a tree planted by the waters that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, her leaf shall be green; and she shall not whither in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit." Jeremiah 17:-8
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