This is Olivia.
She is 17.
She first presents herself as shy, but then if you work hard enough you get to see her sass. And once you see her sensitivity, you have become a friend.
When you are friend to Olivia, she shares her heart, her time, her everything. She leaves behind shy and adds to the sass and is full of sensitivity and is something altogether unexpected in a little girl of 17. She loves mercy and is fierce about it, supporting TOMS and Love146 and spearheading our $2,000+ fundraiser for Mercy Ministries with our 1LongRoad2Gethr. The bracelets in those pictures? She made every single one.
It’s her way.
Yesterday afternoon at 2:15 Olivia was driving home from the mall. The tire skid marks tell a story; that she drifted slightly to the side of the road, overcorrected, lost control, and hit a tree.
She has a cut on her shoulder and an injury to her spleen. She looks perfect, like a doll lying in her bed, except for the neck brace and the oxygen mask and the mitts on her hands to keep her from scratching at her face. She has a brain injury, one that makes the nurses and doctors whisper about “swelling” and “blood clots” and “time.”
She wrote a post about her One Word Resolution this year, a tradition started by Alece to “shape you, guide your decisions and help you grow.” She is a beautiful, expressive writer. Alece and Lindsay retweeted her post and she was bashful but proud.
Her word was “Break.”
And now she is broken, at least for what we and the doctors can see. And we are broken too, with a desperate desire for more faith to believe that God loves miracles.
Tonight at Hope we gathered to pray, to boldly ask for her healing, to comfort her family. Her sister Chrissy, a carbon-copy of Olivia from hair to smile to mannerisms, prayed first. She asked, boldly, simply, for God to hear our prayers.
And I ask you to join with me to pray. For God to express his tender mercy for this child and this family. Whatever that means, that he would show his presence, his glory, his love and his mercy for Olivia.
Pray fiercely, friends.












