Showing posts with label Grieving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grieving. Show all posts

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Streams and Deserts

Two years ago today I experienced the most peace and sadness in all my life as time seemed to stand still for me. While many saints were on the steps of the supreme court protesting for the right for unborn babies to live, our Michael was being carried to heaven to live a healed life with God.

We were advised to abort Michael at 20 weeks, but I'm so thankful to God for allowing me to experience both the peace and sadness, the stream and the desert place all at once at his full term birth and death. It is really amazing to fall completely helpless into God's arms and to have God lovingly strengthen you when you have no strength. This is peace that surpasses my understanding and it is a glorious place to be.

Michael's life cannot be separated from the fabric of our lives that God is weaving together. I miss him - he's my boy. But I will remain steadfast in my hope to see him again anew.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

"I miss him, and this makes me sad"


Words spoken from our 4 year old reminds me that children can have a huge emotional capacity and an understanding of things that oftentimes surprise me. This 2nd anniversary marks the day that our world came crashing down - October 13th, 2009.

A few days ago we took advantage of the beautiful weather and went on a bike ride to what our kids lovingly call, "Michael's Park" - the cemetery where Michael is buried. We sat by his stone for a long while. Lately, when we have visited Michael's grave, Will lays his whole body on top of Michael's stone and puts his head down. I marvel at his level of grief. Maybe because he is doing something physically that I want to do, but don't, for fear of someone seeing me. Oh the complexities of adulthood compared to the simplicity of children.

I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around time. Has it really been two years? And to Michael, how long has it been? A second? A 1000 years? What's life like up there, son?

In the words of a child, "I miss him, and this makes me sad".

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Faithful in His Afflictions

I was reading in Psalm 119 this morning and my eyes were drawn to verse 75:

"I know, O Lord, that your rules are righteous, and that in faithfulness you have afflicted me."

I then thought about Michael.  Yes, loosing him was an affliction. My mind turned to two very distinct days of mourning. The day we found out - Oct 13 and the day we let him go - Jan 24. How hard those days were... how afflicted I felt. I will never, ever forget the weeping in the van on that fall day in October and then waking up in the middle of a sleepless night in tears. I will never, ever forget the weeping on the floor of the hospital room as the funeral director carried our little boy away and then us leaving the hospital with empty arms.

Yet God allowed this affliction due to his faithfulness to us. That is hard to read. I trust it, but I don't like it.

I much rather focus on the following verse 119:76: "Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant."

It is true. Just as He is faithful in our affliction, He is faithful in His comfort. 

Yet there is a purpose in pain. There is a purpose in affliction. In verse 67 we read,
"Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now I keep your word."

And in verse 71:

"It is good for me that I was afflicted, that I might learn your statutes."

I believe that every experience, word, event, relationship and every thing we encounter in life, God will use it to draw us closer to Him. It may not be a good thing. It may be something resulting from evil or sin. I am not saying that God may be the originator of this thing or experience. But He is a Redeemer who redeems circumstances for our good. And the outcome of our good is that we are made whole, or holy, or complete - living a life in which we were designed to live. 

The good and the bad drives us to the Redeemer above it all, and to what He has revealed about Himself in His word to mankind. 

I still don't like knowing that I have buried a child. In fact, quite honestly I hate it and it helps to know that God hates death. I still feel the hole left by Michael. In fact I think there would be something wrong with me if I didn't feel the pain of it. But I can't imagine grieving without the knowledge of the fact that death has been conquered and there is an eternity beyond.  That God afflicted me in faithfulness for a purpose for which I don't fully understand. That He is faithful in all things, including being the Great Comforter of my soul. 

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

He Prepares us for the Trials - Reflecting at six months

Tomorrow Michael would be six months old.

I am a firm believer in the sovereignty of God. Not because it simply helps me to cope, but because it is an absolute truth found in scripture (Job 11:17, 28:24, Jer 32:17, Eph 4:6). He knows all things, past, present and future. He allows all things, good and bad. There is nothing that escapes His attention. And as the Psalmist says in Psalm 139, He knows everything about me, my life, my heart and my needs, mentally, physically and spiritually, because He created me. He is a good Father and like a good father, He prepares me to be able to handle the hardships that life here on earth can bring.

At the very beginning, within days of finding out about Michael's diagnosis, Summer and I set out to create a list of ways in which God had prepared us for this particular trial. Up until now, I have not had the strength to sit down and post these up here, but I believe that a person's faith is strengthened through the testimonies of others and perhaps, like in my own life, the trial of one person is preparation for the trial of another.  While the list is ongoing, here are the ways in which we have sensed God preparing us for loosing Michael:


  1. We were in a better season of marriage and communication than we were a year earlier
  2. Prior to finding out about Michael, Summer had begun a new friendship with a woman who understood and knew grief.
  3. We had both begun reading a book about grief and loss a few months prior to knowing about Michael (the title of the book is "A Grace Disguised: How the Soul Grows Though Loss" by Jerry Sittser)
  4. Rick’s work schedule was light the week we found out
  5. God rose up the right people to ensure ministry stability at church while Rick was unable to fulfill obligations
  6. Our senior pastor and his wife understood grief and loss through their own personal loss of a child.
  7. Summer's sister was physically closer to her parents so that both parties were not alone in their grieving. 
  8. We felt like we had finally developed some strong foundational local friendships, accountability and mentors after living in our community for 3 years.
  9. Little things, like our 2 year old, Will,  had just learned to crawl in and out of bed by himself so that Summer didn't have to lift him while diagnosed with the placenta previa.
  10. God raised up the perinatal hospice ministry within the last decade and brought it to our attention through a newspaper article.
  11. Summer sensed something wrong in the month prior to the diagnosis, which led us to pray in specific ways.
  12. Almost as if preparing us, God led us a few months prior to the diagnosis to follow Angie Smith's blog (wife of singer Todd Smith of Selah) who also went through the same thing we did. 
  13. The incredible nursing staff at Good Shepherd Hospital and how God had prepared them for infant loss.
  14. Summer's mom, a hospital chaplain for many years dealing with child-infant loss, was prepared ahead of time to give counsel and wisdom to us in our grieving process. 
  15. The many people in our lives in the past who have suffered infant loss - we have always sensed a strong bond with them in their process of grieving (sometimes communicated, sometimes not), and now we know why. 
If you are in the midst of a trial right now, I encourage you to take the time, garner the strength that it takes, and list out those ways in which God has prepared you. And then as you are going through the trial, or after you have gone through the trial, review the list and see and know how God is watching after you this very moment and always. 

Thursday, April 15, 2010

83 days

For those of you who have "loss" in your lives, you know that it is called "loss" for a reason.  There is something missing. You will never get it back. The world acknowledges that you have "loss"... at least for a few days. But a bent toward the normal way of life and an uncomfortableness with one's "loss" finds the world wishing for you to "forget" about the "loss", or at the very least for you to accept that you have "loss" and move on.

There is a "moving on" that Summer and I have done. I mean - it would be a prison to not "move on" - a life lived on desperately trying to find the "loss". If you lose your car keys, or an expensive piece of jewelry, you know the frustration that can be had from searching for this precious thing. It can cause stress, anxiety and affect others around you. If you continue that hectic, anxious searching for your whole life - it will kill you. You eventually have to give up because you can't live life always looking for something.

Should we continue living life always looking at the six chairs around our table, knowing that someone is missing?  For sure, we "move on", but not to a point in which we lose touch with what God has done in our lives through the "loss", or the grace He has shown us around the "loss". Surely, eternity is there winking at us, bidding us closer. And, surely, we move closer each day. And as much as God has revealed we know with certainty what is on the other side and that His special grace in the event of taking Michael home and the grace He used to triumph over death will unite us in glory.

Do I cry for my "loss" even though I know these eternal things? Do I experience the emotion of anger at the One who allowed my loss, yet is the Great Architect of an eternity that comforts? Do I wish that my "loss" was in my one arm as I punch type with my other hand at this very moment in time? Do I wish God could have taught me all that He did without taking Michael?

83 days later it hurts like hell... and then I realize that is exactly how it should be - hurting like hell. For what have we to hope for if we already have it? And this present darkness, or as a friend of mine puts it - these dark waters - is the closest a Christ follower will come to a hell. And if you who are reading this choose not to follow Christ, this is the closest you will ever get to Heaven - where there is no death or... "loss".  No "loss"  is where my hope is found, for in Jesus there is no "loss".

"When you were dead in your sins, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our sins, having canceled the law that was against us and that stood opposed to us; he took it away, nailing it to the cross. And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross." (Colossians 2:13-15)