"I thank my God every time I remember you." Philipians 1:3
I'm having one of those "feeling sorry for myself" times today. I am so overjoyed listening to my little Nathaniel's sweet baby talk and could honestly listen to it 24/7. He happens to be a chatter box just like Cole. However, today as I sit with him on my legs looking at me, talking to me, I was overwhelmed with just missing Olivia and being reminded of all we missed and will continue to miss with her. We never got to hear her sweet voice and as a parent that cuts to the core. We will constantly be missing her and it is hard to be prepared for what will cause those moments of grief to be stronger than others'. It seems to come out of no where. Whenever I think of her, truly just sit and think of her (because I have to say I think of her all day long as I do of my boys), it manages to bring tears to my eyes, an ache in my heart but a smile in my mind because I know she is in the best place imaginable and I will get to be with her again someday, for all of eternity and that makes me thank God for her; ever short life, despite my missing and longing for her now.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Ecclesiastes 3:1,4
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance"- Ecclesiastes 3:1,4
One month in of having a newborn, our rainbow baby, Nathaniel I am missing our baby Olivia a lot. As he grows and does new baby things, I am reminded of everything we missed with her, and will continue to miss out on. I have guilty feelings as a mom as I have not visited the cemetery often at all this spring/summer and I hate those feelings. I don't want to have to leave my home to feel like I am loving and aware of all of my babies. Yet at the same time, I would love to be able to spend more time at the cemetery, alone or with my boys so that Cole will continue to speak about Olivia and Nathaniel will come to learn of her. I feel guilty that I haven't taken the time to put flowers at her grave, and frustrated by the fact that I am just busy with home life.
I came across this verse and I am trying to take comfort in the fact that she would want us to enjoy her baby brother and to remember that we will have an eternity with her someday.
I guess I would also like it to be made known that Olivia's baby brother does not take away the constant feelings of missing her. I have a great sense of relief to be holding Nathaniel in my arms yet it is also a reminder of the baby I miss everyday.
Going forward I am going to try to be easier on myself and remember that just as I weep and mourn for Olivia, it is ok to laugh and dance or celebrate life with Cole and Nathaniel and let go of guilty feelings.
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance"- Ecclesiastes 3:1,4
One month in of having a newborn, our rainbow baby, Nathaniel I am missing our baby Olivia a lot. As he grows and does new baby things, I am reminded of everything we missed with her, and will continue to miss out on. I have guilty feelings as a mom as I have not visited the cemetery often at all this spring/summer and I hate those feelings. I don't want to have to leave my home to feel like I am loving and aware of all of my babies. Yet at the same time, I would love to be able to spend more time at the cemetery, alone or with my boys so that Cole will continue to speak about Olivia and Nathaniel will come to learn of her. I feel guilty that I haven't taken the time to put flowers at her grave, and frustrated by the fact that I am just busy with home life.
I came across this verse and I am trying to take comfort in the fact that she would want us to enjoy her baby brother and to remember that we will have an eternity with her someday.
I guess I would also like it to be made known that Olivia's baby brother does not take away the constant feelings of missing her. I have a great sense of relief to be holding Nathaniel in my arms yet it is also a reminder of the baby I miss everyday.
Going forward I am going to try to be easier on myself and remember that just as I weep and mourn for Olivia, it is ok to laugh and dance or celebrate life with Cole and Nathaniel and let go of guilty feelings.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Psalm 139:13
"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb." - Psalm 139:13
Our little Nathaniel Josiah was born healthy and very much alive on June 12, 2013 at 11:43 pm. It was a very long day, as I was induced. We wondered if he was going to be a June 13th baby. Both Isaac and I had an understood anxiety that day, praying and hoping for a great outcome- a living baby who we would get to bring home to care for and raise. As the day dragged on and delivery become more imminent, that feeling grew stronger, after all, we are all to well aware of problems that can arise all the way up until the end. They were monitoring him for most of the day, later in the day the nurse mentioned some deceleration in his heart beat, for which the resident saw outside the room on a monitor and came in. They gave me some oxygen to help him and it stopped. I honestly don't remember the reason for it, all I cared about was that it stopped. I am sure I was just a little anxious, ok maybe more than a little! This did provoke some questions on our part for which we learned that a baby's heartbeat never just stops suddenly, it is a slow, gradual decline. This just made me wonder about our Olivia, and that forever burning question of what went wrong?
When Nathaniel was born, I panicked because he did not cry immediately. He had a lot of fluid that needed to be suctioned out of his mouth. Once he cried I felt overwhelmed with relief, that we had made it and love for this little rainbow baby of ours. He laid on me for a few minutes but I was too worried he was gurgling fluid- I requested the nurses take him until I could sit up. After I was able to calm down, I lay there in awe at how God had blessed us after the most difficult time of our lives, losing our precious baby girl one year ago. I also was able to let go of that thought in the back of my mind that something was going to happen to me this time around. I tried hard not to think about it, or bring it up but it was there throughout this pregnancy. I didn't once have a feeling of fear for myself, it was more of a sadness for Isaac and Cole if anything did happen.
The hospital stay was shortened because of my request to be discharged early. I just wanted to take our baby and go home to our little Cole.
The emotions around having had Nathaniel have been difficult at times. When he sleeps, we check him a zillion times because the appearance of a sleeping baby scares us a lot. When I look at him, I am reminded of Olivia and that our not having her, has brought us him. When he cries, I smile or can often laugh because it is the most beautiful sound to my ears. When the four of us are together, I am saddened because there should be one more. The feeling that some have that their family will not be complete until such and such - we will forever feel. No additional future children will take that feeling away.
Having Nathaniel has restored in us the joy in childbirth. It has played a big part in helping to heal our hearts a little more. We are so very thankful for this precious blessing from God, yet continue to grieve the loss of our Olivia.
Our little Nathaniel Josiah was born healthy and very much alive on June 12, 2013 at 11:43 pm. It was a very long day, as I was induced. We wondered if he was going to be a June 13th baby. Both Isaac and I had an understood anxiety that day, praying and hoping for a great outcome- a living baby who we would get to bring home to care for and raise. As the day dragged on and delivery become more imminent, that feeling grew stronger, after all, we are all to well aware of problems that can arise all the way up until the end. They were monitoring him for most of the day, later in the day the nurse mentioned some deceleration in his heart beat, for which the resident saw outside the room on a monitor and came in. They gave me some oxygen to help him and it stopped. I honestly don't remember the reason for it, all I cared about was that it stopped. I am sure I was just a little anxious, ok maybe more than a little! This did provoke some questions on our part for which we learned that a baby's heartbeat never just stops suddenly, it is a slow, gradual decline. This just made me wonder about our Olivia, and that forever burning question of what went wrong?
When Nathaniel was born, I panicked because he did not cry immediately. He had a lot of fluid that needed to be suctioned out of his mouth. Once he cried I felt overwhelmed with relief, that we had made it and love for this little rainbow baby of ours. He laid on me for a few minutes but I was too worried he was gurgling fluid- I requested the nurses take him until I could sit up. After I was able to calm down, I lay there in awe at how God had blessed us after the most difficult time of our lives, losing our precious baby girl one year ago. I also was able to let go of that thought in the back of my mind that something was going to happen to me this time around. I tried hard not to think about it, or bring it up but it was there throughout this pregnancy. I didn't once have a feeling of fear for myself, it was more of a sadness for Isaac and Cole if anything did happen.
The hospital stay was shortened because of my request to be discharged early. I just wanted to take our baby and go home to our little Cole.
The emotions around having had Nathaniel have been difficult at times. When he sleeps, we check him a zillion times because the appearance of a sleeping baby scares us a lot. When I look at him, I am reminded of Olivia and that our not having her, has brought us him. When he cries, I smile or can often laugh because it is the most beautiful sound to my ears. When the four of us are together, I am saddened because there should be one more. The feeling that some have that their family will not be complete until such and such - we will forever feel. No additional future children will take that feeling away.
Having Nathaniel has restored in us the joy in childbirth. It has played a big part in helping to heal our hearts a little more. We are so very thankful for this precious blessing from God, yet continue to grieve the loss of our Olivia.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Psalm 31:14-15
"I am trusting you O Lord, saying "You are my God!" My future is in your hands." Psalm 31:14-15
Isaac and I recently finished a year long devotion we had been given after losing Olivia. The last chapter was titled Letting Go. There was a particular part of that weeks chapter that stuck with me, and after my scary OB appointment yesterday with an ultrasound tech who was saying all the wrong things it's ringing in my mind again today. We (I) have to let go and embrace the peace only God can provide. We can't let go of certain things and not others, we have to give it ALL to Him to fully feel the freedom his care provides us with.
Yesterday, at just another one of my bi-weekly appointments, with a biophysical profile (bpp) first, I was disappointed to find out it was not with the tech that is always overly reassuring. This tech was someone we had, had a problem with a few weeks ago, but not bad enough to warrant us to request to never have her again. She brought me into a new room she had moved to, the table was new and really awkward, and she didn't have the t.v. monitor set up in her room yet so I was unable to see the ultrasound like usual. She began the BPP, and immediately said "oh his head is over here today" (transverse position). She seemed to think this was funny and continued to talk about this. I started getting panicky because she seemed to be aimlessly moving around my belly. I finally asked "um is there a heartbeat?!" She then moved to that, however it was lower (still in normal range) than it usually has been. Then she continued to comment about how he was not in the right position. She wasn't moving on to the rest of the test, or at least not talking me through what she was doing. Then she started asking "has he been moving around?" "did you eat something before coming?" "I'm going to go get you a juice box". I asked her, panicked of course what she was seeing and she said "He's not moving a little bit here."...UMMMM what does that mean?! To me, my glass was half empty, I interpreted that as he was not moving. I of course couldn't control the tear flow at this point, and she was attempting to console me, saying she didn't mean to upset me. While she left the room to get the juice box and tissues I was just laying there feeling a wave of emotions; extreme panic, fear, denial, and flashbacks to hearing we'd lost Olivia. It was not at all what I had expected to face that day.
To get to the outcome, Nathaniel scored perfectly on the bpp, even though it took longer to get the results than it has up to this point. I was told it was probably due to his position. My OB calmed me down, and we discussed any options that I may be faced with if he does not return to vertex position. Thankfully my own doctor is on call all weekend and at the hospital all of next week so I will not have to deal with any doctor who does not know my history and who will not treat me with sensitivity.
I am scheduled to be induced in 1 week when I will be 39 weeks pregnant. This is the standard of care set by the hospital for someone like myself who has lost a baby in the past but has not had a complicated subsequent pregnancy. I know God is in control, and he has a plan that is just for Nathaniel and myself. I am not scared by any means to have a c-section. I just want him in my arms and out of my womb. This last week is going to feel longer than the whole 9 months has felt. It is a sad feeling but a reality of a mom who has lost a baby to feel that her baby will be more safe once born than inside of her. I will be repeating the above verse to myself all week long, as I struggle with the fear of losing this baby too.
Isaac and I recently finished a year long devotion we had been given after losing Olivia. The last chapter was titled Letting Go. There was a particular part of that weeks chapter that stuck with me, and after my scary OB appointment yesterday with an ultrasound tech who was saying all the wrong things it's ringing in my mind again today. We (I) have to let go and embrace the peace only God can provide. We can't let go of certain things and not others, we have to give it ALL to Him to fully feel the freedom his care provides us with.
Yesterday, at just another one of my bi-weekly appointments, with a biophysical profile (bpp) first, I was disappointed to find out it was not with the tech that is always overly reassuring. This tech was someone we had, had a problem with a few weeks ago, but not bad enough to warrant us to request to never have her again. She brought me into a new room she had moved to, the table was new and really awkward, and she didn't have the t.v. monitor set up in her room yet so I was unable to see the ultrasound like usual. She began the BPP, and immediately said "oh his head is over here today" (transverse position). She seemed to think this was funny and continued to talk about this. I started getting panicky because she seemed to be aimlessly moving around my belly. I finally asked "um is there a heartbeat?!" She then moved to that, however it was lower (still in normal range) than it usually has been. Then she continued to comment about how he was not in the right position. She wasn't moving on to the rest of the test, or at least not talking me through what she was doing. Then she started asking "has he been moving around?" "did you eat something before coming?" "I'm going to go get you a juice box". I asked her, panicked of course what she was seeing and she said "He's not moving a little bit here."...UMMMM what does that mean?! To me, my glass was half empty, I interpreted that as he was not moving. I of course couldn't control the tear flow at this point, and she was attempting to console me, saying she didn't mean to upset me. While she left the room to get the juice box and tissues I was just laying there feeling a wave of emotions; extreme panic, fear, denial, and flashbacks to hearing we'd lost Olivia. It was not at all what I had expected to face that day.
To get to the outcome, Nathaniel scored perfectly on the bpp, even though it took longer to get the results than it has up to this point. I was told it was probably due to his position. My OB calmed me down, and we discussed any options that I may be faced with if he does not return to vertex position. Thankfully my own doctor is on call all weekend and at the hospital all of next week so I will not have to deal with any doctor who does not know my history and who will not treat me with sensitivity.
I am scheduled to be induced in 1 week when I will be 39 weeks pregnant. This is the standard of care set by the hospital for someone like myself who has lost a baby in the past but has not had a complicated subsequent pregnancy. I know God is in control, and he has a plan that is just for Nathaniel and myself. I am not scared by any means to have a c-section. I just want him in my arms and out of my womb. This last week is going to feel longer than the whole 9 months has felt. It is a sad feeling but a reality of a mom who has lost a baby to feel that her baby will be more safe once born than inside of her. I will be repeating the above verse to myself all week long, as I struggle with the fear of losing this baby too.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Matthew 16:21-22
"Jesus began to tell his disciples plainly that he had to go to Jerusalem, and he told them what would happen to him there. He would be killed, and he would be raised on the third day. But Peter took him aside and corrected him. "Heaven forbid, Lord," He said. "This will never happen to you!" "- Matthew 16:21-22
The above verses come from the devotional Isaac and I are reading. Below I will share a particular reading we recently read as I feel it explains the idea of suffering and that question so many have of "why me?" or "why do bad things happen to good people?"
"This baby will be fine. God wouldn't ask you to go through this again!" our friends said. We told only a handful of close friends that I was pregnant as we waited for the prenatal test results. These were godly people who loved us, and they just couldn't imagine that we might have to endure the heartbreak of loving and losing another child.
I think this was the same sentiment that caused Peter to respond to Jesus' words about his coming death by saying, in essence, "Don't even say it! Surely God's plan for you could not involve a cross!" Peter loved Jesus, and he didn't want him to suffer. But Jesus responded by telling Peter that he was seeing things merely from a human point of view and not from God's perspective. "If any of you wants to be my follower. you must put aside your selfish ambition, shoulder your cross, and follow me," Jesus said (Matthew 6:24)
The disciples knew well what taking up a cross meant. They had seen condemned criminals compelled to carry their instruments of suffering and death. We want to say to Jesus on their behalf and our own, "Surely God's plan for my life does not have to include a cross!"
What is Jesus saying here about what God wants? Does he want you to suffer? Lamentations says that "he does not enjoy hurting people or causing them sorrow" (Lamentations 3:33). It's not that he wants you to suffer, but Jesus knows that following him may require that you suffer for his sake. He is willing for you to suffer because he's seen the other side. He has the benefit of the complete picture, the long view. He's seen the glory ahead for those who are willing to carry their cross, and he wants to share it all with you. He wants you to experience the deep satisfaction that comes only from heeding his call to a crucified life. He wants you to experience the mysterious and amazing joy of taking up your cross and following him.
As I am nearing the end of this pregnancy with Nathaniel, I find myself thinking that same thing as stated above, God wouldn't possibly allow us to lose another baby. I stop those thoughts and try to focus on the present moment and how far we've come since losing Olivia. I know God is not cruel and does not intend for us to suffer and have pain, however his desire is for us to follow him and walk closely with him. If suffering is the way his plans will come to fruition, then he does and will allow suffering. However, if we choose to cling to him, and follow him through the tragedies and difficulties of this life, we can rest assured that we will enjoy the PERFECT life we have to look forward to; eternity with Jesus.
The above verses come from the devotional Isaac and I are reading. Below I will share a particular reading we recently read as I feel it explains the idea of suffering and that question so many have of "why me?" or "why do bad things happen to good people?"
"This baby will be fine. God wouldn't ask you to go through this again!" our friends said. We told only a handful of close friends that I was pregnant as we waited for the prenatal test results. These were godly people who loved us, and they just couldn't imagine that we might have to endure the heartbreak of loving and losing another child.
I think this was the same sentiment that caused Peter to respond to Jesus' words about his coming death by saying, in essence, "Don't even say it! Surely God's plan for you could not involve a cross!" Peter loved Jesus, and he didn't want him to suffer. But Jesus responded by telling Peter that he was seeing things merely from a human point of view and not from God's perspective. "If any of you wants to be my follower. you must put aside your selfish ambition, shoulder your cross, and follow me," Jesus said (Matthew 6:24)
The disciples knew well what taking up a cross meant. They had seen condemned criminals compelled to carry their instruments of suffering and death. We want to say to Jesus on their behalf and our own, "Surely God's plan for my life does not have to include a cross!"
What is Jesus saying here about what God wants? Does he want you to suffer? Lamentations says that "he does not enjoy hurting people or causing them sorrow" (Lamentations 3:33). It's not that he wants you to suffer, but Jesus knows that following him may require that you suffer for his sake. He is willing for you to suffer because he's seen the other side. He has the benefit of the complete picture, the long view. He's seen the glory ahead for those who are willing to carry their cross, and he wants to share it all with you. He wants you to experience the deep satisfaction that comes only from heeding his call to a crucified life. He wants you to experience the mysterious and amazing joy of taking up your cross and following him.
As I am nearing the end of this pregnancy with Nathaniel, I find myself thinking that same thing as stated above, God wouldn't possibly allow us to lose another baby. I stop those thoughts and try to focus on the present moment and how far we've come since losing Olivia. I know God is not cruel and does not intend for us to suffer and have pain, however his desire is for us to follow him and walk closely with him. If suffering is the way his plans will come to fruition, then he does and will allow suffering. However, if we choose to cling to him, and follow him through the tragedies and difficulties of this life, we can rest assured that we will enjoy the PERFECT life we have to look forward to; eternity with Jesus.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Micah 7:18-19
" Who is a God like you, who pardons sin and forgives our transgression of the remnant of his inheritance? You do not stay angry forever but delight to show mercy. You will again have compassion on us, you will tread our sins underfoot and hurl all our iniquities into the depths of the sea." - Micah 7:18-19
I have passed the 32 week point in this pregnancy, which was the point at which Olivia was born. Although it's been a relief it is still a day to day worry and fear that I strive to let God take from me.
Lately, I have been hearing a lot of those stupid type of comments that I faced a year ago. For example, someone saying to Cole "Oh you're going to be a big brother?! Are you excited?" It takes restraint on my part to say something smart back.
I've heard while being approached by someone who fully knows of my loss "Oh, hi mommy-to-be for the second time...".
The most obnoxious comment I have received was from a nurse in the hospital when I went in to be monitored. While asking my obstetrical history she interrupts and says "Oh well you just have no luck huh?" This was before she even hooked me up to the monitor to be sure I wasn't the bearer of more "bad luck". Oh, and most recently, a nurse in my OB office saying "Why are we seeing you so often, do you have diabetes?"
To all of these comments I want to say; Cole is a big brother, he has been since we were expecting Olivia. Nathaniel is #3 and we plan to raise Cole as the big brother of Olivia and him.
I am a mommy-to-be for the third time. I did deliver a real baby last April, it wasn't pretend, believe me!
To that nurse and many of the other medical professionals I have come into contact with, WOW! I'm ashamed and disgusted. Have compassion and a filter on your mouth's might be nice. To those who are medical professionals that work with pregnant women, seek some training with how to speak to those who have had pregnancy/infant loss. It's not an easy path to navigate through, and I can assure you your comments hit hard when spoken with no regard for our sensitive needs and emotions. If we are attempting pregnancy again, we are stressed and emotionally fragile and don't need comments that add to our fear. Oh and read your patient's charts before you meet with them. As a nurse, I would never meet a patient before I knew generally what their history was. It makes you look dumb.
Although this sounds like a rant against people and their stupid comments, it is more me venting as I have not spoken up when I've heard the comments in person. I am in a more forgiving place than I was last year, hearing others' advice or words of comfort. This should serve as education to those who have no clue what it's like to lose a child. You can try to imagine it, but you won't ever be able to comprehend it until it happens to you. Choose your words carefully.
I have passed the 32 week point in this pregnancy, which was the point at which Olivia was born. Although it's been a relief it is still a day to day worry and fear that I strive to let God take from me.
Lately, I have been hearing a lot of those stupid type of comments that I faced a year ago. For example, someone saying to Cole "Oh you're going to be a big brother?! Are you excited?" It takes restraint on my part to say something smart back.
I've heard while being approached by someone who fully knows of my loss "Oh, hi mommy-to-be for the second time...".
The most obnoxious comment I have received was from a nurse in the hospital when I went in to be monitored. While asking my obstetrical history she interrupts and says "Oh well you just have no luck huh?" This was before she even hooked me up to the monitor to be sure I wasn't the bearer of more "bad luck". Oh, and most recently, a nurse in my OB office saying "Why are we seeing you so often, do you have diabetes?"
To all of these comments I want to say; Cole is a big brother, he has been since we were expecting Olivia. Nathaniel is #3 and we plan to raise Cole as the big brother of Olivia and him.
I am a mommy-to-be for the third time. I did deliver a real baby last April, it wasn't pretend, believe me!
To that nurse and many of the other medical professionals I have come into contact with, WOW! I'm ashamed and disgusted. Have compassion and a filter on your mouth's might be nice. To those who are medical professionals that work with pregnant women, seek some training with how to speak to those who have had pregnancy/infant loss. It's not an easy path to navigate through, and I can assure you your comments hit hard when spoken with no regard for our sensitive needs and emotions. If we are attempting pregnancy again, we are stressed and emotionally fragile and don't need comments that add to our fear. Oh and read your patient's charts before you meet with them. As a nurse, I would never meet a patient before I knew generally what their history was. It makes you look dumb.
Although this sounds like a rant against people and their stupid comments, it is more me venting as I have not spoken up when I've heard the comments in person. I am in a more forgiving place than I was last year, hearing others' advice or words of comfort. This should serve as education to those who have no clue what it's like to lose a child. You can try to imagine it, but you won't ever be able to comprehend it until it happens to you. Choose your words carefully.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Romans 8:17-18, Colossians 3:1-2
On Olivia's first birthday in Heaven, we had a Celebration of Hope, at the cemetery to remember her and praise God for the promise he has given us through eternal life with Him. Isaac and I thank all who came and supported us. There is nothing more special than seeing that other's remember and think about our little girl even though she wasn't "known" by them.
Below is what I shared at the Celebration of Hope.
"If we are to share His glory, we must also share His suffering. Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory He will give us later." Romans 8:17-18
April 7th, 2013 one year later. Some days I wonder how I made it, however, I know how I made it. God carried me. It's very true, there's no other way to get through such heartache. I no longer ask God "why". God has truly revealed to me, that HIS son suffered the ultimate pain imaginable. It was His son, Jesus who died on the cross for all of mankind, so that we could have eternal life with Him. We were never promised that this life was going to be easy, and without struggles or in my case such grieving. One year later, I am trying to bring glory to God through the pain I am still dealing with over losing my daughter. I don't imagine the pain of losing a child goes away, ever, but through this, one year later, I can say God has used our little girl's short life to teach us, about Himself and about ourselves'.
The loss of Olivia has stretched my faith in unimaginable ways, yet has, ultimately made it stronger. When you're faced with such a loss, how can you not seek God? I have met a lot of baby loss mom's and families in the last year, and without God, it seems to be much more of a grim path towards healing. There's no hope without God.
I have become a more giving person. It's amazing how many mailings we now get for all sorts of organizations requesting donations. I mostly desire to donate to anything having to do with children, yet can sometimes be caught in a mood to just write a check to whatever comes my way.
I have new passions that I wouldn't have dreamed I would have. I am now part of a life long club, which gains new members every day, more often than you'll ever want to imagine. I have a strong desire to offer support and comfort to new members, and to educate those who are not affected by the kind of loss that gains you membership into this club. I am not afraid to answer the question "how many children do you have?" with a very honest answer.
The biggest most pleasing change in me has been my utter loss of fear about death and dying. It's as if the uncertainty has been lifted from my mind, heart and eyes. Having a child born into the arms of Jesus has given me glimpses into what an amazing life we have to look forward to, an eternity in heaven, with Jesus and all our loved ones'. No more pain, crying, sorrow or worries. This life is fragile and temporary. It's not our jobs as Christians to get comfortable living here on earth. We're here to honor God, and look forward to that day of meeting Him.
So, today, we don't celebrate a birthday in the sense that a birthday is usually celebrated. We're celebrating the life of our daughter and the change God has allowed in our lives'. If it weren't for the short, but very meaningful and unforgettable life of Olivia Taylor Bardsley these changes may not have ever happened. We have a Hope that we can imagine yet can't fathom until it's our turn to meet our Savior face to face. We now live our lives' in great expectation of that day!
"Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your thoughs on the realities of Heaven, where Christ sits at God's right hand in the place of honor and power. Let Heaven fill your thoughts. Do not think only about things down here on earth." Colossians 3:1-2
Below is what I shared at the Celebration of Hope.
"If we are to share His glory, we must also share His suffering. Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory He will give us later." Romans 8:17-18
April 7th, 2013 one year later. Some days I wonder how I made it, however, I know how I made it. God carried me. It's very true, there's no other way to get through such heartache. I no longer ask God "why". God has truly revealed to me, that HIS son suffered the ultimate pain imaginable. It was His son, Jesus who died on the cross for all of mankind, so that we could have eternal life with Him. We were never promised that this life was going to be easy, and without struggles or in my case such grieving. One year later, I am trying to bring glory to God through the pain I am still dealing with over losing my daughter. I don't imagine the pain of losing a child goes away, ever, but through this, one year later, I can say God has used our little girl's short life to teach us, about Himself and about ourselves'.
The loss of Olivia has stretched my faith in unimaginable ways, yet has, ultimately made it stronger. When you're faced with such a loss, how can you not seek God? I have met a lot of baby loss mom's and families in the last year, and without God, it seems to be much more of a grim path towards healing. There's no hope without God.
I have become a more giving person. It's amazing how many mailings we now get for all sorts of organizations requesting donations. I mostly desire to donate to anything having to do with children, yet can sometimes be caught in a mood to just write a check to whatever comes my way.
I have new passions that I wouldn't have dreamed I would have. I am now part of a life long club, which gains new members every day, more often than you'll ever want to imagine. I have a strong desire to offer support and comfort to new members, and to educate those who are not affected by the kind of loss that gains you membership into this club. I am not afraid to answer the question "how many children do you have?" with a very honest answer.
The biggest most pleasing change in me has been my utter loss of fear about death and dying. It's as if the uncertainty has been lifted from my mind, heart and eyes. Having a child born into the arms of Jesus has given me glimpses into what an amazing life we have to look forward to, an eternity in heaven, with Jesus and all our loved ones'. No more pain, crying, sorrow or worries. This life is fragile and temporary. It's not our jobs as Christians to get comfortable living here on earth. We're here to honor God, and look forward to that day of meeting Him.
So, today, we don't celebrate a birthday in the sense that a birthday is usually celebrated. We're celebrating the life of our daughter and the change God has allowed in our lives'. If it weren't for the short, but very meaningful and unforgettable life of Olivia Taylor Bardsley these changes may not have ever happened. We have a Hope that we can imagine yet can't fathom until it's our turn to meet our Savior face to face. We now live our lives' in great expectation of that day!
"Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your thoughs on the realities of Heaven, where Christ sits at God's right hand in the place of honor and power. Let Heaven fill your thoughts. Do not think only about things down here on earth." Colossians 3:1-2
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