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Infant Loss, Miscarriage and Stillbirth Help & Support

When my son was stillborn I was desperate to find other mothers like myself. Unfortunately, it was hard to find “me too” mom’s in 1992, and I struggled to make peace with the unexpected death of my son alone for the most part.

I’ve discovered that the bereaved generally find the most comfort from those who’ve suffered a similar type of loss in terms of relationship or means of death. Roles and cause create unique circumstances that those who mourn struggle to process. That’s why widows and child loss support groups as well as military and suicide loss support groups are all effective.

At the same time, when the cause of death is rare, it’s much harder to connect with those like yourself. Infant loss is one such circumstance. Child loss support groups can be hugely helpful, yet losing an adult child is not the same as losing a much anticipated infant. One isn’t harder than the other—they’re just very different. Infant loss parents often don’t know the color of their child’s eyes or the sound of their voice. They don’t have an inkling as to their personality and have few to no pictures and memories to treasure. Parents who’ve lost older children have/know these things.

Because it was so hard for me to find other moms who’d lost a child in utero when Cole died, I was thrilled to learn of Bridget’s Cradles; a faith-based non-profit organization that ministers to parents who’ve suffered infant loss, miscarriage or stillbirth.

Bridget’s Cradles provides hand knitted or crocheted cradles to individuals and hospitals (at no charge) helping heartbroken parents welcome their child with warmth and love. The ministry leads online support groups, offers grief resources, facilitates a private Facebook page where parents can help one another deal with common questions and challenges, and hosts a podcast.

It was an honor to be asked to discuss my infant loss experience and faith journey with Ashley Opliger, ministry founder and host of the Cradled in Hope Podcast recently.

Follow the link below if you’d like to hear my conversation with Ashley or to browse the other 50+ podcasts with fellow infant loss parents. No one should suffer child loss alone. There is help, hope and healing.

https://www.bridgetscradles.com/post/episode56

Please share this blogpost or the link to the Bridget’s Cradles website with someone you know who has lost an infant in the womb or shortly after birth. AND IF YOU LIKE TO KNIT, CROCHET OR SEW, won’t you consider becoming ministry volunteer? Of course, donations are always welcome too.

 
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Posted by on January 7, 2025 in Podcasts

 

Another Step Outside My Comfort Zone (Part 3) WWW Podcast

I was recently asked to share my stories of child loss with While We’re Waiting (WWW), a bereaved parents ministry instrumental in helping me heal following Bethany’s and Katie’s deaths. Agreeing to do the podcast and sharing it here are truly steps outside my comfort zone. Yet I’m ever mindful of the fact that there are so many hurting parents who have been unable to find “like others”. Child loss is often an isolating experience. We crave connection with others who understand our hearts and minds on an experiential level. So I’m sharing this in hopes that my story might enable another hurting parent find connection, hope and help in the midst of their personal child loss journey. Additionally, it crossed my mind that this blog has followers I’ve never met and I thought they might enjoy the opportunity to hear what my voice sounds like. Oh yeah, that is yet another step outside my comfort zone. Regardless. . .

This is the third of three audio-only conversations.

If my story isn’t relevant to your particular circumstance, or the circumstances of a friend or family member you care about, WWW probably has a podcast that is. If you need help finding one, please comment and I’ll do my best to help identify one. 

Please share this post with anyone you know who has experienced the loss of a child. 

Below is the poem mentioned in the broadcast:

He Maketh No Mistake

My Father’s way may twist and turn
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad to know,
He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.

Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all, in Him,
He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim,
But come what may,
I’ll simply trust and leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.

- A.M. Overton, 1932
 
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Posted by on August 31, 2024 in Podcasts

 

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Another Step Outside My Comfort Zone (Part 2) WWW Podcast

I was recently asked to share my stories of child loss with While We’re Waiting (WWW), a bereaved parents ministry instrumental in helping me heal following Bethany’s and Katie’s deaths. Agreeing to do the podcast and sharing it here are truly steps outside my comfort zone. Yet I’m ever mindful of the fact that there are so many hurting parents who have been unable to find “like others”. Child loss is often an isolating experience. We crave connection with others who understand our hearts and minds on an experiential level. So I’m sharing this in hopes that my story might enable another hurting parent find connection, hope and help in the midst of their personal child loss journey. Additionally, it crossed my mind that this blog has followers I’ve never met and I thought they might enjoy the opportunity to hear what my voice sounds like. Oh yeah, that is yet another step outside my comfort zone. Regardless. . .

This is the second of three audio-only conversations.

If my story isn’t relevant to your particular circumstance, or the circumstances of a friend or family member you care about, WWW probably has a podcast that is. If you need help finding one, please comment and I’ll do my best to help identify one. 

Please share this post with anyone you know who has experienced the loss of a child. 

May the Lord bless all who listen whether brokenhearted or those who strive to love the bereaved well.

 
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Posted by on August 31, 2024 in Podcasts

 

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Another Step Outside My Comfort Zone (Part 1) WWW Podcast

I was recently asked to share my stories of child loss with While We’re Waiting (WWW), a bereaved parents ministry instrumental in helping me heal following Bethany’s and Katie’s deaths. Agreeing to do the podcast and sharing it here are truly steps outside my comfort zone. Yet I’m ever mindful of the fact that there are so many hurting parents who have been unable to find “like others”. Child loss is often an isolating experience. We crave connection with others who understand our hearts and minds on an experiential level. So I’m sharing this in hopes that my story might enable another hurting parent find connection, hope and help in the midst of their personal child loss journey. Additionally, it crossed my mind that this blog has followers I’ve never met and I thought they might enjoy the opportunity to hear what my voice sounds like. Oh yeah, that is yet another step outside my comfort zone. Regardless. . .

This is the FIRST of three audio-only conversations.

If my story isn’t relevant to your particular circumstance, or the circumstances of a friend or family member you care about, WWW probably has a podcast that is. If you need help finding one, please comment and I’ll do my best to help identify one.

Please share this post with anyone you know who has experienced the loss of a child.

May the Lord bless all who listen whether brokenhearted or those who strive to love the bereaved well. 

 
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Posted by on August 31, 2024 in Faith, Podcasts

 

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He Anoints My Head With Oil . . .

Today I’d like to revisit the 23rd Psalm; the fifth verse in particular.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. ~ Psalm 23:5 KJV

Have you ever wondered what the anointing of our heads signifies? A dinner invitation I understand. And I definitely appreciate the effort expended by a host or hostess to prepare a meal and set an inviting table. But anointing my head with oil doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. It’s just not part of our modern culture; but it was very much a part of King David’s.

I believe it’s important to understand the cultural references in scripture so that we can apply the intent behind them to our own lives. So, I did a little research.

Got Questions thoroughly decodes the imagery in the 23rd Psalms. I really couldn’t explain it better myself, and know I would have left out or incorrectly stated it if I’d tried. So I hope you will follow the link below and read what they have to say. I hope you will soak up the true meaning of the Lord’s table—the significance of His invitation and anointing. I truly believe it’s worth your time.

https://www.gotquestions.org/you-anoint-my-head-with-oil.html

Your place at the table and the anointing of the Lord not only prepare you for the day ahead through His leading, guiding and equipping you to navigate this fallen world—it will give you hope in a world full of hopeless problems. Problems only the Lord is truly capable of fixing!

At the Lord’s table we find hope that the Lord—the Way Maker, the self-existent, all powerful Creator of all things—will make a way where there seems to be no way. We also find hope for eternity when our preordained number of days, or those of a loved one, expire. Short of the rapture death is the future we all face.

We need hope!

When we ignore or disdain the invitation to take the seat we are offered at the Lord’s table, we are literally robbing ourselves of wisdom, guidance, protection and provision. We are forfeiting hope and joy and experiencing the love of God.

Are you lonely? Confused, Discouraged? Defeated?

Are you afraid? Angry? Envious? Or in need?

Take it to the Lord’s table where He will anoint your head with the oil of honor and joy.

Don’t underestimate or forsake the value in putting your feet under His table!

Commit to doing it daily through Bible study and prayer. I promise that over time you will recognize the value in doing so.


*This not an endorsement for the Curt Landry Ministries. I am not familiar with this ministry and it’s doctrinal beliefs.

**Ephesians 6:12 NLT

 
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Posted by on April 12, 2022 in Faith

 

He Prepares A Table Before Me . . .

I was scrolling through Facebook a few days ago and came across an ad for Curt Landry Ministries.* The beautiful memes on their post caught my attention; but the verbiage captured my heart.

The Lord has prepared a table for you. . .

Those words invoke a longing deep within my spirit. Immediately an echo of scripture memorized ages ago begins to flit through my mind. It has an appealing cadence and I am reminded . . .

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. ~ Psalm 23:1 KJV

How often I forget that the Lord, my shepherd, has prepared a table for me!

Because the 23rd Psalm is quoted so frequently at funerals, I tend to associate it with death.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. ~ Psalm 23:4 KJV

I believe that many others, like myself, miss the true application of this short Psalm for our daily lives.

Verse 4 sets the stage for the daily application of the entire Psalm.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. ~ Psalm 23:5a KJV

I truly can’t imagine receiving an individual invitation to dine with the Lord Jesus Christ. Instead I picture big heavenly banquets like the Marriage Supper of the Lamb where I am but one of many heavenly guests, and an insignificant one at that.

However, that’s not an accurate biblical point of view. Certainly I am one of many believers striving to follow the example set by Christ in daily living, but scripture is filled with narratives of personal encounters with Jesus. Scripture makes it clear that I am individually important to Him—that I have His undivided attention—and through the incomprehensible mysteries of His true divine nature and power, so do you!

He is a very personal God.

He actually does issue me a personal invitation to dine at a table He’s prepared especially for me every single day! Amid a world filled with millions of people—many of whom exercise great power and influence—He calls me.

My footprint in this world is very small. Many would proclaim me insignificant. Yet Jesus intentionally sets His sights upon me, Janet Boxx. Then He issues an invitation, not just to follow Him around in awe of all He does and is capable of doing so that I can tell others about Him, but also to sit down with Him and share a meal He’s prepared in advance especially for me. He plans for me! He knows what I like. He wants to spend time with me and hear what’s going on in my world from my perspective and my own mouth. He doesn’t ask an Angel to report back to Him about my life. He, Himself, is well aware of the nourishment and guidance I desperately need and makes time for me. How amazing is that?!!!

The fact that I have faith at all is the result of the God taking notice of me and unveiling my eyes so that I would see and believe on the Savior who died to save my soul.

When David wrote this Psalm he was speaking spiritual truth to himself. He was quieting his fears for the present and the future with reminders of God’s presence, promises and power. He was encouraging himself with the hope his faith in God made a certain reality, not wishful thinking.

I need to speak spiritual truth to myself!

You need to speak spiritual truth to yourself!

David’s words hold a universal truth for all believers, meaning that you and I need to let the personal nature of God’s invitation, His calling, soak deeply into our souls. This is how I should interpret and meditate on the truth of Psalm 23:5a:

You, Lord Jesus, prepare a table for me, Janet Boxx, every single day. You do this before my enemies (“…[the] evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world…[the] mighty powers in this dark world, and…[the] evil spirits in the heavenly places.”**), against whom I wrestle, have been vanquished, equipping me for the day ahead!

There is indeed value in putting your feet under His table. He’s calling you to do so, through daily Bible study and prayer every single day!

Can I encourage you to accept His invitation and bask in His presence with you?

*This not an endorsement for the Curt Landry Ministries. I am not familiar with this ministry and it’s doctrinal beliefs.

**Ephesians 6:12 NLT

 
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Posted by on April 10, 2022 in Faith

 

Thy Will Be Done

Thy Will Be Done

A friend recently posted this on Facebook from the devotional, Once-A-Day: Walk with Jesus in the NIV:

TO TAKE THE CUP AND DRINK IT

And being in anguish, He prayed more earnestly, and His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. ~ Luke 22:44 NIV

 

Aside from the crucifixion itself, Gethsemane was the darkest hour of Christ’s life. Friends misunderstood Him; armed soldiers came to arrest Him; one of His own followers betrayed Him; He agonized in the garden alone. And while three of His trusted disciples slept, He went to His Father in prayer. Jonathan Edwards describes the prayer that showed the full extent of Jesus’ love.

WALK WITH JONATHAN EDWARDS

“When the dreadful cup was before Christ, He did not say ‘Why should I go to plunge myself into such torments for worthless, wretched worms that deserve to be hated by me?’

“ ‘Why should I who have been living from all eternity in the enjoyment of the Father’s love, cast myself into such a furnace for those who never can pay me for it?’

“ ‘Why should I yield myself to be crushed by the divine wrath for those who have no love for me, and are my enemies? They do not deserve any union with me, and never did, and never will.’

“Such, however, was not the language of Christ’s heart in these circumstances.

“On the contrary, He resolved even then, in the midst of His agony, to yield Himself up to the will of God, and to take the cup and drink it.”

WALK CLOSER TO GOD

A real battle was fought and won in the agony of Gethsemane.

If anyone had the right to sidestep undeserved suffering, Jesus had that right. Yet He prayed above all for God’s will to be done.

To die an undeserved death for undeserving men and women—no one can fully comprehend such love.

But any grateful heart can respond in praise and adoration. A heart, for example, like yours.

As I read this devotion for March 28 one line, in particular, grabbed my attention:

“A real battle was fought and won in the agony of Gethsemane.”

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When tied together with Luke 22:24, “And being in anguish, He prayed more earnestly, and His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.”, it’s easy to recognize the battle referred to was internal and desperate.

The Garden of Gethsemane represents the intense struggle between the old man (a life driven by selfish desires) and the new man (a life committed to Christ). It’s the place where our most difficult battles are fought.

In all my losses I have never had a chance to petition the Lord for the cup to pass from me—to surrender to God’s will over mine. At least that’s the way I always looked at it. But I’ve found that’s not strictly true. While it’s true in regards to Cole, Bethany & Katie, it’s not true of Gracen.

Garden of Gethsemane 3I’ve made the trek to Gethsemane on more occasions than I’m comfortable with. I wish I could brag and say that I have always chosen—or been sanctified enough—to have not only surrendered myself to God’s will but to be able to actually speak those words aloud. To mean them in the depths of my being. But so far I remain “undercooked” (not sufficiently sanctified to make the choice Christ made in the midst of my own individual agonies).

I have wrestled mightily and I continue to do so as life, and Gracen’s progressive disease, force me forward. And if the purpose of allowing death and disease to consume me was designed to move me to the same plane of spirituality Jesus attained, in His humanity—NOT His Deity, then that goal is yet to be achieved.

Shudder . . .

Not yet achieved means I will probably cycle through many more agonizing garden visits.

I have found acceptance and resignation through trials but they are very different from surrender. They are more an acknowledgment of the inability to change things. In most cases, a bad attitude rides shotgun with surrender. After all, letting go, quitting and giving up are associated with losing and nobody wants to feel like, or be considered a loser by others.

But that simple phrase,”Thy will be done” carries a much fuller meaning than quitting the fight or giving up because the war appears to be lost.

“Thy will be done”, when spoken from the garden of Gethsemane, represents supernatural, courageous, and sacrificial surrender. It’s the ultimate form of trust. It’s intentionally dropping all your self-protective shields knowing that horrendous pain will follow.

cup-of-thorns“Let this cup pass” is a desperate plea to avoid pain. “Thy will be done” on the other hand, is willingly submitting to the inevitability of pain if God’s plans require it of you.

There are many good and faithful Christians who trust that if God allows their worst nightmare to come to pass—if He allows their hearts to be utterly shattered—He can and will gather all the broken pieces and reassemble them and, in His time, perform a work of redemption. Yet praying for God’s will over their own desperate desires eludes them.

Praying, “Thy will be done” is an active choice, not passive resignation. It’s a step beyond faith in God’s character, power, and faithfulness. It’s a step that requires that we resolve to move forward in spite of our fears (courage), in spite of the personal cost (sacrifice). And because we know God to be good and reliable, we consider it reasonable to believe He will keep His promises, therefore, our faith in Him allows us to surrender ourselves to His plans.

 

Thy will be done is:

  • Dying to self – our wants, hopes, desires, dreams, expectations and the things and people we love.
  • Choosing the cross, choosing the pain, just like Christ did.
  • Knowing that we will feel forsaken, abandoned, broken and bruised. Lonely. Very, very lonely.
  • Freely offered not grudgingly accepted.
  • Intentionally laying down our very lives.

 

 

Out of the heart, the mouth speaks. . .

can you hear the whispered words?

“Thy will be done.”

And what is the heart if not the true essence of our identity?

Praying “Thy will be done” is an act of courageous, sacrificial, surrender but most importantly, it is supernatural in nature. It’s more than an act of the will. It requires the transformative work of the Holy Spirit within before those words can be spoken with complete sincerity. It’s the manifestation of fear overcome and faith solidified.

There are a lot of thy will be done’s offered in prayer out of obedience, resignation, acceptance, defeat, anger, and bitterness.

Giving up, not offering up.

It feels utterly shameful to the committed follower of Jesus Christ when they find themselves unable to speak those words in the direst of situations. They can’t say it because they are “undercooked”, so to speak. I know this truth all too well. . .

There I found myself at the side of the road, destruction all around me, knowing two of my three daughters were gone and one lay on the brink of death.

And I choked.

First, I didn’t know what was best for her with her already compromised health, but ultimately I didn’t want to let her go too. I didn’t pray at all. I guess you could say that by failing to pray I was letting God’s will play out, but, even if that’s true, I couldn’t willingly seek His will over mine.

There’s a big difference between submitting to God because you have no choice and submitting to God freely on a basis of trust.

Every believer is called to a life of progressive sanctification. If I accept Cole, Bethany & Katie’s deaths, if I am resigned to the relentless deterioration of Gracen’s nerves and muscles while simultaneously growing in and working out my faith, then the Holy Spirit is actively transforming me—but maybe not to the point of ultimate trust—yet.

Resignation and acceptance are stopping points on the path of progressive sanctification.

My previous blog posts make it clear that I trust God with my eternal future, to keep His promises and to be and behave as the Bible tells me He will. But right now, I still don’t fully trust Him with my heart. In this world, there are legitimate reasons to fear. Pain reinforces fear, and nowhere does God promise me a pain-free life. Instead, He promises me trials, suffering, persecution—and to be with me through it all.

While I can’t guarantee you that one day I will be able to pray, “Thy will be done” with absolute sincerity, I can pretty much guarantee that Gracen’s ARSACS will result in several opportunities for the Holy Spirit to continue to transform me—to greater degrees of sanctification.

One of these days I hope to find myself departing the garden of Gethsemane, bravely resolute to willingly offer sacrificial surrender in the face of my greatest fear. . . solely because of the Holy Spirit’s supernatural power at work within me. And when He extends the cup I have so desperately tried to avoid, I will take hold of it with quivering hands, and drink every last drop knowing two crowns await me.

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Posted by on March 30, 2018 in Adversity, Faith

 

A Biblical Thought On Death and Dying for Which We Can Be Thankful

Many of us this Thanksgiving Day are grieving lives lost far too soon or living with the gaping hole and profound silence that remains after a lifetime of togetherness is severed by death. Babies born still, children and teens afflicted by disease, cancer or an incurable infection, those killed in accidents or military service, by their own hands or as a victim of crime, substance abuse, and old age. Regardless of the length of the relationship or the age of the deceased, those who are left behind grapple with overwhelming questions, emotions, and spiritual issues.

When death comes to call we struggle to find the comfort and consolation the Bible speaks of. Men and women well grounded in their faith may be afraid to admit that there are times when knowing that they will be reunited with their loved ones in Heaven is little more than a cold comfort. We know it to be true, are thankful for that truth, but it just doesn’t leave us with warm fuzzy feelings.

Maybe that’s the problem . . .

We interpret comfort as warm fuzzy feelings instead of the confident assurance that God’s eternal promises will come to pass . . .

and when those warm fuzzy feelings cannot be found, we believe ourselves to be abandoned without the promised comfort of the Lord.

Death is yet to be swallowed up in victory. It’s one of those finished, but not yet fulfilled, promises of scripture.

Death still stings.

And our comfort, whether we recognize it or not, is the confident assurance of every eternal promise in scripture.

That’s what comfort is—not warm fuzzy feelings.

The bereaved straddle the fence between resisting any explanation for the too soon parting of those they love and embracing the comfort the exact same scriptures provide in anticipation of their own death.

img_3173-1A fellow loss Mom recently shared Acts 13:36 with me. It says that when David had served his purpose (and in at least one translation—when he fulfilled God’s will) for his generation, he fell asleep and was buried and saw decay. That verse is immediately followed by one that tells us that Jesus never saw decay, which is, of course, the reason we can be assured that this parting is only temporary for those who are in Christ. Isaiah 57:1 says (I’m paraphrasing again here) that when good men die, no one understands that God is rescuing them from the evil to come.

When I think of those two verses together knowing that this world is filled with evil that touches us every single day, I have to believe that God does not dilly dally around. He does not let the children He loves linger and languish in this world of sin one moment beyond the point in time when they have served their purpose in their generation. I believe that our final day is preordained so that we are not exposed to the sin of this world and denied the pleasures of Heaven, for one moment longer than required to fulfill God’s chosen purpose for our individual lives.

IMG_6453I’m making a bit of an assumption here but really isn’t that consistent with the nature and character of God? Why would the long-suffering God of 2 Peter 3:9, who holds back the second coming of the Lord for that one final sinner to receive salvation, allow a single one of His children to live in a world tainted by sin one moment beyond the fulfillment of their worldly purpose? Not only does Heaven and all its wonders await but don’t you think God the Father, and Jesus Christ His son, have longed for and lived in anticipation of their first face to face meeting with each of us?

Is it so hard to imagine that possibility?

Scripture tells us that everything created was created for God. We are His treasure. The apple of His eye. He has heard His children cry out in desperation, “Where are you?”, and, “How long, O Lord”, time and time again.  In response, He has drawn near to us and spoken to us; if we have ears to hear. And the Holy Spirit, who resides within, has offered comfort while Christ has interceded countless times from the throne of grace. But we, His children, have never experienced that moment when we’ve looked upon His face and seen Him as He is. We’ve never touched hands—only hearts and minds. How many times have we just wished we could talk to God face to face?

I attended a conference for bereaved parents in Hot Springs, Arkansas, in early October of 2017. The conference was awesome and good for me in a number of ways. I knew it would be, but the one thing that made me jump through all the hoops required to attend was the opportunity to meet a fellow blogger, a fellow loss Mom and her daughter, whom I had become friends with online through a grief support group. I knew Melanie and Fiona before we ever met face to face. I knew their hearts and thoughts. I knew of the challenges they face and the pain they bear and even some of the strengths and weaknesses of their faith in God, but I didn’t really feel like I knew them until I met them in person. Finally, I could hear the sound of their voices, watch a smile bloom or tears fill their eyes, and hug them close. The internet is a blessed substitute for a face to face relationship. In much the same way scripture, prayer and the inhabitance of the Holy Spirit allow us to develop a relationship with the triune God and come to know His thoughts, ways, character, love, and power. But as thankful as I am for all of that, it all pales in comparison to the anticipation of that first face to face meeting.

I know it sounds as if meeting God is far more exciting for us than it is for Him, but truly, if we were created for His pleasure don’t you think our pleasure brings Him pleasure?

Have you ever bought an extravagant gift for a loved one? Something that they’ve wished for but never really expect to receive? You scrimp and save, purchase it, wrap it and may even plan a special way to give the gift and throughout the entire process, your excitement grows and grows. But the greatest enjoyment comes the moment they open it, squeal and jump up and down, or fall to their knees in shock and pleasure when they receive it.

Can you imagine that the God in whose image we were made, might actually feel that same way about that first moment He meets us in person? That He anticipates seeing your excitement and awestruck pleasure at the sight of Heaven—His gift, His reward—prepared specifically for you? Can you imagine His rumbling laughter as you leap around, hugging Him and the loved ones who have gone before and gathered for your welcome home party? Can you picture it? Can you imagine the joy He feels at finally having you home where you belong?

As Lisa, my Life Group Leader, reminded the women’s class at church Sunday, our individual lives touch innumerable other lives. We may never know the purpose and power of those individual touch points. A brief conversation with a stranger in a grocery store gives hope to a hurting heart. A colleague at work, an unsaved friend, or a classmate sees the way you treat others and unbeknownst to you it makes a lasting, behavior altering difference because you modeled your Savior and it’s completely unlike anything they’ve seen before. How amazing is it to think that all those seemingly insignificant encounters have a God-ordained purpose? They all matter – not a little but a lot! Somehow, the most minor and innocuous of interactions believers have with others are necessary, absolutely necessary (can you grasp that?) for the fulfillment of God’s purposes?

When a loved one lingers in a less than comfortable condition you can be sure God only allows it because His child has not yet fulfilled their eternal purpose for their generation. That knowledge doesn’t make watching a loved one suffer hurt any less, but it does remind us how incredibly valuable every life actually is for all eternity. Every moment, every encounter is highly significant.

I am comforted to know, that the God the Amplified Version of the Bible says exercises extraordinary patience toward the lost sinner also does not delay in rescuing His children from the evil of this world. He doesn’t wait to bestow the reward of Heaven or the ultimate joy of that first face to face meeting. God, in the act of forming us in our mother’s wombs, foresaw the moment yet to come in your life and mine, when we will finally fulfill the entirety of our purpose for our generation and numbered our days to coincide with that precise moment.

You will not likely find this bereaved mother oozing warm fuzzy feelings about this truth because right now loss just hurts, but it is a consolation my mind acknowledges, appreciates and clings to, embraces and even finds fantastically awe-inspiring. It is a comfort to my grief-ravaged heart.

I hope it is for you too.

 
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Posted by on November 21, 2017 in Faith, Grief

 

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A Birthday Lament

What We Ain’t Got by Jake Owens

I relate to this song – the lyrics – on so many levels. It’s Bethany’s Birthday. The singer, Jake Owens, is lamenting a lost girlfriend. Everyday I lament the children I’ve lost and Gracen’s degenerating health. How I long for what I once had! What I wouldn’t trade for the lives and health of my children! Cole, Bethany and Katie have moved on into their eternal futures, but I stagnate here filled with longing for what once was and what should have been. It’s true, “I wanted the world until my whole world stopped. . . ” It’s in those moments and the excruciating hours, days, weeks, months, and years when all of life is distilled down to the most important things – relationships and salvation of the soul. You don’t forget and you definitely don’t stop loving those who have moved on without you. 

No, you just desperately long for what you ain’t got!


Partial Lyrics below:

Third Verse
We all wish it didn’t hurt,
When you try your best and it doesn’t work,
And goodbye’s such a painful word,
We all wish it didn’t hurt.

Bridge
All I want is what I had,
I’d trade it all just to get her back,
She’s moving on, but I guess I’m not.
We all want what we ain’t got.

Ending
I wanted the world until my whole world stopped,
You know a love like that ain’t easily forgot.
I guess we all want what we ain’t got. 

 
Four years of longing . . . 

She should be 24. 

I had been married a year by that time. 

I think of all she’s missed out on in the last four years. Oh, I know that’s not technically true – as she lived every minute of her ordained days (Psalm 139:16). But my heart refuses to release what could have – what should have been – if we were not living in a fallen world. 

In the last four years I have prayed, thought, and felt these things:  

“How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long will my enemy be exalted over me?” ~ Psalm 13:1-2

“Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; My eye is wasted away from grief, my soul and my body also.” ~ Psalm 31:9

“Why did I ever come forth from the womb To look on trouble and sorrow, . . . ?” ~ Jeremiah 20:18

 
And I have wondered why I have suffered sorrow upon sorrow. Why the Lord would not raise my children up (which I think has to do with the fact that Christ is no longer on earth. He is not performing miracles to fulfill the prophecies in order to verify His deity. That has already been established). Still my heart’s desire was to hear Him say “Arise!”, or “She is not dead, but asleep!”  

“Now as He approached the gate of the city, a dead man was being carried out, the          only son of his mother, and she was a widow; and a sizeable crowd from the city was with her. When the Lord saw her, He felt compassion for her, and said to her, “Do not weep.” And He came up and touched the coffin; and the bearers came to a halt. And He said, “Young man, I say to you, arise!”” ~ Luke 7:12-14

“Now they were all weeping and lamenting for her; but He said, “Stop weeping, for she has not died, but is asleep.”” ~ Luke 8:52

“For indeed he [Epaphroditus – who labored with Paul for the gospel] was sick to the point of death, but God had mercy on him, and not on him only but also on me, so that I would not have sorrow upon sorrow.” ~ Philippians 2:27

 

But, alas, it was not to be. I must await God’s promise of redemption and reunion. I will mourn, wait, watch and endure for the joy set before me. And I will remember. . . 

“Bethany’s Song” written and performed by Emma Nilsson is a perfect way to remember and celebrate the woman Bethany was.

Bethany’s Song by Emma Nilsson

Complete Lyrics:  

She walked with a purpose,
strong head on her shoulders,
her laugh was infectious,
and those who know her know,
that she was fierce and fun combined.

She smiled as bright as she could allow,
She dreamed she loved she danced on clouds,
And those who know her know,
That she was walking sunshine.

Oh, Bethany,
It’s not how it’s supposed to be
But remembering you smiling, laughing, and oh so happy
Holds us in this tragedy.
Oh, Bethany,
We will love you for eternity.

She liked colors, especially in hair
She spoke her views without a care,
and to say she was bright
Wouldn’t quite justify her right.

And she found a love so strong,
Something so special when your young,
And the love is still alive
Through her spirit that flies.

Oh, Bethany
It’s not how it’s supposed to be
But remembering you smiling, laughing, and oh so happy
Holds us in this tragedy.
Oh, Bethany,
We will love you for eternity.

Oh, and it’s not fair,
Can’t be justified.
I could scream and shout
Cause this ain’t right.
But it wouldn’t be the light to shine,
On Bethany, 
Cause Bethany,

You walked with a purpose,
Strong head on your shoulders,
Your laugh was infectious,
And everyone who knows you knows this,
You deserved the best, 
Deserved happiness,
Which is what was there before this tragic death,
But you’ll always be, 
Our Bethany,
You’ll always be.

Oh, Bethany, 
You’ll always be.
We’ll always love you,
Always love you.

 

 
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Posted by on November 2, 2017 in Grief, Links, Music

 

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Tonight I Wanna Cry

Tonight I Wanna Cry, Keith Urban

Katie should be turning twenty this coming Thursday, October 19, 2017. I can’t even imagine the woman she would have grown into had she survived to see that day. 

I find myself so very sad – absolutely heartbroken that the days I could imagine a future for her are gone. 

This song is about a breakup – she left him – walked away. 

I know Katie didn’t walk away. . . but this sentiment still rings true in my heart, “The way that it was and could have been surrounds me” . . . 

Oh, how it hurts that what could have been will never be!

Lyrics

Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There’s pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I’ll never get over you walkin’ away

I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

Would it help if I turned a sad song on
“All By Myself” would sure hit me hard now that you’re gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way

I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry


There’s no bottle of wine, I’m not drunk, and pride be damned, I just want to let go of all this pain, to let it fall like rain because all I want to do is cry. 

To cry out all the sadness and sorrow. . . 

all the regrets, longing and missed opportunities. . . 

 to release all those painful emotions like an exhaled breath . . . 

hoping that the next breath I draw will miraculously infuse my heart and mind with the peace that so often feels beyond my reach.

I just want to cry!

How I miss when we were us!

When Katie was mine to enjoy up close and personal.

The echoes of her laughter are fading. 

The feel of her hand in mine a distant memory. 

And silence reigns where chatter once filled every corner of my home.

I so much miss her presence. Her smile. Her – and who we were when she was here – when we were Us.


This is what the Lord says: “A sound was heard in Ramah. It was painful crying and much sadness. Rachel cries for her children. And she cannot be comforted, because her children are dead!” ~ Jeremiah 31:15 ICB

Like Rachel, there are days that I simply can’t be comforted. Days I refuse to be comforted because all but one of my children are dead! I could shroud their deaths in more positive language. I could say they are “living eternally” instead of using the harsh language of death. I could refer to the day of their deaths as their Heaven Date. But, I don’t want to use pretty words to disguise the painful reality that “they are no more”, as some Bible translations describe Rachel’s children. They are gone, not lost with the hope of being found and returned to me. They are dead and my heart wails out it’s despair.

Heaven is richer for Katie’s presence, but this world is far, far poorer in her absence. 

I can’t celebrate her presence in Heaven with any real sincerity because I am not yet a resident there. Instead, I struggle to find a way to celebrate what was, while living in this painful vacuum of her absence. 

It was never supposed to be like this and I desperately miss when she was mine!

Keith Urban & Miranda Lambert, When We Were Us

 

Partial Lyrics

God, I miss when you were mine

Back when that song was a song
I could sing along without thinkin bout you every time it came on
Every beat, every line, every word, every time
When a road was a road
I could roll on through without wishin that empty seat was you
Money was gas, dreams were dust
Love was fast and we were us

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2017 in Grief, Links, Music

 

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