Monthly Archives: September 2013

Dear Gideon

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Dear Gideon,

It still seems unreal to me, what are the odds this would occur?
To know that my time with you is limited…it’s still all such a blur.

I keep thinking I’ll wake up and this dream will finally end.
But I can’t awake from this one, for reasons I’ll never comprehend.

As we gaze into the future, everything looks so hard & unfair.
The life you were given has so many obstacles.. it’s more than I can bear.

No one goes through life unscathed; life hurdles are a guarantee.
But watching my baby slowly die, My God, how can You let this be??

I’ve disputed this with God; it’s not the life for you I planned.
But I never had a say in it, He knew you..and loved you…before time began.

He knew you’d be born this way and all the trials life would entail.
He knew my heart would break and ache, He knows the feeling well.

God sacrificed his Son for us and until now, I never really knew…
How heartbreaking it must have been to watch, but the cross saved me and you.

So forgive me son for the days I cry, I’m doing the best I can.
I’m trying hard to see just how this all fits into God’s plan.

I surrendered my life long ago, before then I was completely lost.
I didn’t realize surrendering meant that someday there would be a cost.

Your life will touch so many others, my heart knows that is true.
And as hard as it will be at times, we will still praise God for giving us you.

A mighty warrior you have been and I know you will continue to be.
As you journey down this unknown road, your life will cause others to bow the knee.

You’ll show them the way back to the heart of God… just like you were destined to do.
And people will come to know Jesus…and be in Heaven because of you.

So let me close by proclaiming our love; we love you infinity & beyond measure!!
Please know we fight alongside you, and every moment we get, we deeply, deeply treasure.

Love,
Mommy, Daddy, and Sissy

Help

I’ve always had trouble asking people for help- not professionally…if you’ve known me longer than a minute, you know I am all for counseling. But I struggle with asking people around me for help. I don’t ever like to inconvenience anyone and I really don’t like people knowing that I might not have it all together.

Gideon had colic the first 4 months of his life. If you’re a mother of a colicky child then you know I’m not exaggerating when I say he screamed ALL. DAY. LONG. He also never slept longer than 2 hours at a time (day or night). My husband and I were so very exhausted. I was grateful for my mother-in-law who drove up to stay with us for the first couple of weeks after Gideon’s arrival. My own mother also stayed several nights a week when she could. I am so embarrassed and reluctant to admit that even after the colic passed, we still needed help… because Gideon was still not sleeping at night.

(Before I go on, let me just take a second to say that my husband was and still is a tremendous help. I would not have survived this season of my life without him. But I was determined to let him sleep more because he had to go to work every day. In fact, he was often upset with me because I would not wake him up and ask for help.)

Gideon was right at 4 months old before I finally reached out to my girl friends from church. He was still waking up every two hours at night and would scream for over an hour (when we let him). Without hesitation, my friends came over in the mornings and watched both my kids so I could go back to bed for several hours. Looking back now, how silly it was for me to wait so long to get all the help I needed!

We do this all the time, don’t we? Or am I the only one afraid to ask others to lend a hand? I tend to wait until the bottom falls out…until I’m on the verge of an emotional break down before I’ll admit that “I cannot do this without some help.”  …And I hold a counseling masters degree for crying out loud! But I don’t believe that’s how God intends for us live.

In regards to persevering in our faith, Hebrews 10:24- 25 says, “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds,  not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another…” We are not meant to do life on our own. It’s pretty clear in Genesis that God knew we would need help- for that reason He created a helper for Adam (Genesis 2:18). I believe we are called to encourage and love one another; and we can do both of those by helping others and allowing others to help us when needed.

I spoke earlier about being in favor of counseling. Coincidently, Gideon qualifies for counseling. Hilarious, right? Let me explain. Because he has a genetic disorder, he receives services through ECI (early childhood intervention). Which means this past week Gideon’s counselor came to pay us a visit and do an evaluation. I find it funny that they call it counseling for Gideon … he’s almost 8 months old now, and we all know good and well who this counseling is really for! I’m actually looking forward to this service. Given our current medical expenses, we would not be able to afford professional counseling right now. Who knew the state provided counseling services for infants!  (I imagine God is smiling right now, as if He’s saying, “You know I got you covered!”)

So, long story short, the sweetest woman in the world came to our house and let me just say, I LOVE HER! And not just because she used all the right counseling techniques (although I was chuckling inside thinking, “well paraphrased!” and “good use of body language!” and “her active listening skills are top notch!” …lol); this sweet woman has a genuine heart to help others through the difficulties life brings… She has to in order to do what she does.

Talking with her about Gideon lifted a weight from my shoulders like no other. Funny isn’t it? I have a problem asking others for help, but I really do love counseling. Maybe it’s because of the confidentiality and no one has to know. Maybe it’s because the counselor has a true un-biased perspective. Or possibly it’s because seeking professional help means I’m not inconveniencing any of my friends. Whatever the reason, I’m thankful for her help and guidance as we navigate these waters.

Do you find it difficult to seek help from others? Have you ever asked yourself why? I want to encourage you that it’s ok to ask others for help-whether it is help from a friend or a counselor. I’m confident that my friends and family would tell you that helping us during this time has not been an inconvenience. I’m not so great at asking for help, but I know I always handle life better with a little support, love and guidance, no matter where it comes from.

Maybe you’re good at asking for help. Would you do this for me?… Seek out someone in your sphere of influence this week and ask them if they need a hand with something. Maybe you know a single parent who could use a night out and you’d be willing to watch their kid(s). Or possibly there’s someone who would be blessed simply by the gift of your time over coffee.

There’s lots of ways we can support and help one another. We have all been blessed with certain gifts. Let’s reach out to those around us. That’s exactly what Jesus did. He dove right into the lives of those he encountered. So if you’re stuck, wondering how you can help, start by asking yourself how you can be the hands and feet of Jesus. 

God bless.

 

PS: I’m beyond grateful for those who’ve helped us and prayed for us since our sweet boy Gideon arrived. I’m forever in your debt. You’re help has brought me back from the emotional cliff I was teetering on. I hope someday to return the favor. Thank you for actively loving us.

 

 

 

 

Worn

Have you ever been so tired that you told people you were worn? My daddy, who is very country, used to always say, “I’m just plum worn out!” Being a bit of nerd, I like to look up the meaning of words (mostly because I sometimes misuse them… I blame my dad because he always made up so many of his own). Webster’s Dictionary defines worn as:

  • Diminished in value or usefulness through wear, use and/or handling
  • Wearied; exhausted

Reading that, I think there’s a difference in being tired and being worn. I cannot think of anyone who is more worn tonight than a sweet young mother who I was introduced to through my blog. Tomorrow, she will wake up and face the harsh reality that is every mother’s nightmare… she will be laying her precious, first born to rest. Almost six months old, he has fought for every breath due to a genetic disorder called Zellwegers. For her, being worn is a huge understatement.

All of us have something big we face in this life. You may have gone through something as a child; maybe it’s the season you are in now that is painful; or possibly there’s a storm on the horizon and you know it’s headed for you. I want you to take a moment and think back on what it is that has worn you? What has diminished your value or usefulness due to wear and tear? What is it that has left you weary and exhausted? Maybe it’s happening right now… Maybe it’s coming.

As I’ve been praying for this friend, a particular song comes to mind.

Click on the link below to listen or read the lyrics to a song by Tenth Avenue North

http://youtu.be/UUEy8nZvpdM

I’m tired I’m worn, my heart is heavy
From the work it takes to keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes, I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed by the weight of this world

Chorus:

And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn
I want to know a song can rise from ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn….Cause I’m worn

I know I need to lift my eyes up,

But I’m to weak, life just won’t let up

(Chorus)

My prayers are wearing thin
Ya I’m worn
Even before the day begins
Ya I’m worn
I’ve lost my will to fight
I’m worn
So heaven come and flood my eyes

(Chorus)

 

Have you lost your will to fight? Have your prayers worn thin? Are you afraid that these struggles will never end? None of us leave this life unscathed. We all face tragedies…Moments that we would not wish on our worst enemies… Battles that have left us scared for life. I love this song because it truly captures our hearts cry during the difficult times… the moments where we lift our eyes up and seek deliverance because WE. ARE. WORN!

Would you believe me if I told you that the Lord is still good even though he allows tragedies? He is! Even in our darkest hour. He walks with us through the valley of the shadow of death! (Psalm 23:4) He is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble (Psalm 46:1). He lifts us from the pit and sets our feet on the rock (Psalm 40:2). He is close to the brokenhearted (Psalm 34:18).

My heart is broken for my friend; and yet at the same time, I’m encouraged by her strength and faith that she has shown even in her darkest hour. She told me this evening that she “wants her son’s story to be a light for Jesus.” It already has been, and will continue to be, just that. I can only imagine how worn she must be at this hour. Maybe you’re worn too. Can I offer you hope that one day we will all see…

That redemption does win
The struggle does end
That He can mend a heart that’s frail and torn
That a song WILL rise from ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside WILL be reborn…

Even though for a season, we are worn.