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The 5-year-old daughter of singer Steven Curtis Chapman has died after being hit by a car in the driveway of the family’s Tennessee home, police said.

A representative for the Tennessee Highway Patrol told The Tennessean that the Christian music star’s youngest child, Maria, died Wednesday night after her teenage brother hit her with the Toyota Land Cruiser he was driving down the driveway of the family’s rural Williamson County home.

[From Singer Chapman’s daughter, 5, killed – UPI.com]

I am heart broken over the loss of their youngest daughter. Please pray for this family and for the young man that was behind the wheel. What he must be going through right now. SCC has long been my favorite CCM artist. I know God will see them through this tragedy. He is not up there saying, “Man, I did not see that coming.” He has a purpose for this.

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There’s Nobody Like Momma

It must have been in ’68 or ’69 when you saved my life. It’s all but a dim recollection now but I still see the three angry bears charging towards me in our backyard. Then from out of nowhere you rushed towards them, positioning yourself between me and the hungry bears, fighting them off with a broom. You really saved me. You were my hero. And although it was just a dream I can’t help but think what deeper reality it represented. I couldn’t fully know or understand until later in my life how much a hero you really were to me. For it wasn’t just those bears that you saved me from. You taught me so many things.

You were one of the most caring people that I have ever known. God gave you a servant heart and you never let Him down with loving service to those around you. You became a nurse because you cared so much for others. You continuously took care of Auntie when she got on up in years and rarely got out of bed. You put up with so much and I know that you were disappointed when she never seemed to appreciate just what you went through. But that didn’t stop you from continuing to care for her. I guess you couldn’t help yourself. It was just so much a part of what made you the special person that you were. From that I learned that we should respect everyone and love them because God made them. And in a world that is moving so fast, we simply cannot forget family. Family is everything.

It was early afternoon on that day, in August 1973, just a few weeks until school started back. Laura and I were playing outside in the late summer heat and Dad was inside taking a nap on the couch. Laura sent me to retrieve a friend a few houses down the street and I took off on her bike accelerating down the sloping driveway. I was a skilled bike rider, having learned several years before, but that did not matter when I hit the rock near the bottom of the driveway. The bike went down and I was wailing in agony. Laura came sauntering down the driveway and even the neighbors came to see what had happened. I screamed at Laura to get Dad and he finally (it seemed like an hour) came down to “fix” me. But he couldn’t. So off to the hospital we went. An x-ray showed that both bones in my lower right arm had broken. They had to set my arm and put it in a cast. Upon our arrival at the hospital, you were told that I was in the emergency room. However, you were in the middle of a surgery and could not come to my aid at that particular time. In fact, I don’t think you were ever able to get there before we left. I was disappointed. In fact, for many years after that, I never let you live that down. It was all in fun, of course. Even though I didn’t see it at the time, I learned some things from that whole ordeal. I learned that the world does not revolve around me. There are other things going on and some of them may very well take precedence over me. The fact that you did not immediately come running said less about your love for me (of course, you loved me!) and more about the importance of your job. The truth of that situation was someone’s life was on the line and I just broke my arm. It also taught me that a strong work ethic is important. You always urged me to do my best even if it wasn’t the best. You consistently followed that advice. You always did your best.

I can’t imagine what it was like for you when both of your children, now grown, were off to their own lives. I guess I was always a “momma’s boy.” I always felt so close to you. I remember calling you two or three times a week just to hear your voice. They say there’s nobody like Momma. I admire you so much because I know of the struggles that you went through with Dad over the last several years of his life. I remember the phone calls from you that would break my heart and yet was so honored that you would call me at those times. I remember encouraging you that your crown in heaven was going to be just loaded with jewels. And I prayed for you mightily. You have taught me that marriage, even during the dark moments, is a commitment that should not be taken lightly. You were steadfast in that commitment until the day Dad died – always taking care of him and putting his needs before your own. I love you for that.

I am glad that you were raised in a Christian home. Your parents were both instrumental in leading you to the Lord and you certainly passed that on to me. As I was growing up, you always made sure that I was in Sunday school. You didn’t always attend church services yourself but you lived out your life as an example of Jesus. Not to say your life was perfect, but you taught me right from wrong. You taught me to love the Bible and that Truth was therein. I thank God when I remember the last time we were together. It is etched in my mind. You were so proud to come to see Trey’s baptism. We could tell that you didn’t feel well that entire weekend. But you soldiered on. You decided to leave early – right after church on Sunday. I leaned over into your open window and told you that I loved you and kissed you on the cheek. Our telephone conversation, later that night, was the last time we spoke. You left us so quickly the very next day, Noah’s birthday. My heart was sad but my faith gave me peace and hope. I know I will see you again someday. I can’t wait for that. I guess, after all these years, I am still a “momma’s boy.”

Your adoring son,

Donny

April 21, 2007

I wrote this last year as a tribute to my mom. On this Mother’s Day I hope you have told your mom that you love her, given her a firm hug, and thanked God for his many blessings. If, like me, your mother has gone on I encourage you to thank God for the profound influence that she may have had on your life. Then find another mother somewhere, perhaps your daughter or a neighbor, and wish them a Happy Mother’s Day.

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