When Justice Took Too Long—But God Did Not Forget

In 2005, after my beloved James went missing and all human paths to justice failed me, God led me to Isaiah 59:15–19. I didn’t realize then that this passage would become a promise—etched into my soul—that one day, God would act. Two decades later, as truth begins to rise and reckoning approaches, I share this reflection and prayer for anyone still waiting for justice, still holding on.

A Reflection on Isaiah 59:15–19, 20 Years After James Disappeared

The Promise (2005)

Lord,

For 20 years, I carried a silence that screamed.

I searched for truth and found locked doors.

I knocked, pleaded, prayed—

and was met with shrugs, excuses, and shadows.

James vanished, and with him, a part of my world.

Justice—so simple a word—felt like a foreign country.

In 2005, when my heart was bleeding and the ground beneath me gave way,

You brought me to Isaiah 59.

I didn’t understand everything then,

but I felt You saw.

You saw that truth had stumbled in the streets.

You saw that those who stood for good were preyed upon.

You saw that no one stood to intervene.

And so You said, “I will.”

You clothed Yourself in righteousness.

You armed Yourself with justice.

You wrapped Yourself in zeal,

and whispered to me, “Wait. I’m not done.”

Years passed.

The world moved on.

But You did not forget.

And now, as I watch a man who wielded death and power finally called to account,

I feel the tremble of Isaiah’s words in my bones:

“He will repay according to what they have done.”

This is not revenge—

this is a reckoning.

A holy unveiling.

A breath of God driving justice like a flood.

This is the beginning of truth rising from the ashes.

Prayer:

God of the silenced,

God of the disappeared,

God of the waiting heart—

Thank You for never looking away.

When men failed me, when institutions crumbled,

when I was dismissed, ignored, and disbelieved—

You held every broken piece of me in Your hand.

I offer You my gratitude—not for the years lost,

but for the promise You kept.

You are not late.

You are precise.

You are just.

Let the world now see what You’ve always seen.

Let the blood of the innocent cry out no more,

because You have risen with justice in Your wings.

And as for James,

may his name be remembered not as a victim,

but as a quiet catalyst for divine justice.

Let his legacy be light.

Amen. 🙏 

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Beyond Beliefs

 

We all have our own reasons

for our beliefs and opinions—

some shaped by personal experiences,

others by principles, values, or upbringing.

While we may not always see eye to eye,

let us choose to respect each other

rather than judge.

In the end, what truly matters is that

our relationships and friendships

are built on love and respect,

not just shared beliefs.

Let's choose to listen.

Let's choose kindness.

Let's choose love.

A pocketful of sunshine and