Uncharted Waters Part 13: Tree of Life|A Mother’s Journey from Death to Life #PregnancyandInfantLossAwareness

TREE OF LIFE

The dam burst, and I was broken.

When Luke died, I couldn’t hold my grief inside, even if I wanted to.

Somehow, Billy was able to avoid fully grieving. He became easily agitated. Hard to be around. We argued about anything and everything.

Thankfully, he was the one brave enough to call a counselor. We needed help.

It was a long road of digging deep and excavating the cavernous regions of our hearts we had both hidden away.

I had to face memories I would have rather forgotten. Long ago, I had been the victim of child sexual abuse.

The hurt, shame, and fear only kept me shackled to the past.

Grace and truth were the unlikely keys that set me free.

Billy had his own fears to face. Somehow he thought Luke’s death was his own fault.

Our counselor led him to a place where he could weep over the loss of our son.

In time, by the grace of God, our love bloomed again.

We had another son, our rainbow baby that we could take home. Later, two more daughters were added to our family.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

"I want that." My youngest girl pointed at another stuffed animal in the toy aisle at Wal-mart that she wished to add to her collection.

"We'll see. Wait until Christmas." I responded, taking her hand.

All year long, I refer to Christmas as the time when my children will get their heart's desire.

They eagerly await their most favorite time of year.

Yet, Christmas is more than presents under the tree. It's a promise kept by the One who loves us eternally.

"Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel" (Isaiah 7:14)

Going through grief and making it to the other side, I’ve learned that life is short and love is supreme.

Billy and I are able to experience joy again. That’s how I know we’ve healed in our grief.

Still, I don’t think we can ever totally get used to “the new normal.”

Maybe because we weren’t meant to.

When I gather my children to go somewhere, I sense someone is missing. I'm reminded that Luke is not with us and it still hurts.

Our hearts don’t get death. We were made for eternity (Ecclesiastes 3:11). We cry out in anguish as we still feel the sting of death, the consequence of Adam and Eve’s first sin. That is where the tears, the crying, the wailing comes from.

Seeing Luke again is one of my greatest desires, but this longing is overtaken by the glory that sets me face down in worship of my Lord and King, who does all things well. He is the One who made it possible for eternal life.

Christ Jesus, the holy and perfect Son of God, gave of Himself to the utmost, coming down out of heaven and sacrificing Himself for us on the cross. When He said, “It is finished,” he breathed his final breath, and my sin debt was paid in full.

But, the glory of this true and eternal story doesn’t end there.

Three days later, Jesus rose again, proving He is the Resurrection and the Life. In Him, death has lost its sting and is swallowed up in victory. In this world, all will die, but, one day, Jesus will call those who belong to Him and they will awaken to new life eternal (John 5:24-30). 

Jesus is our hope.

He is the tree of life;

The true vine

From which love flows.

And, looking upon the tree

Where He died for you and me,

We are given eternity. 

To live in hope, 

We must live in Him.

~C.M.G.

ALL THINGS NEW

When I see a perfect Florida sunrise, I stand in awe, and my thoughts turn toward heaven.  Heaven is so mysterious, so other-worldly. I can hardly fathom what it will be like. More than that, when I think about Jesus coming back out of heaven and setting His feet upon the new earth, what joy floods my soul. All things will be restored—the dead will be raised back to life, and all things will be made new.

The present sufferings of this world will pale in comparison to the eternal life awaiting us.

World without end.

I can only imagine how amazing it will be. To be embraced by my loved ones who have gone before me. And, best of all, meeting Jesus, who carried me through my darkest hour into the light of day. 

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes;

there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying.

There shall be no more pain,

for the former things have passed away.

Then he who sat on the throne said,

“Behold, I make all things new.”

(Revelation 21:4,5, NKJV)

For Part 1, click here.

Uncharted Waters Part 12: Rough Waters|A Mother’s Journey from Death to Life #PregnancyandInfantLossAwareness

ROUGH WATERS

"In Him was life and that life was the light of men" (John 1:4)

My heart was filled with contempt.

In 1994, my high school art class, I had been sketching Sir Isaac Newton grasping a prism, which reflected all the colors of the rainbow. A student brushed past me and smeared something on my drawing. It was gooey.

Not only did this fellow art student in my high school drawing class repeatedly sexually harass me by whispering nasty things in my ear, he had smeared white glue onto my drawing.

Something in me snapped.

I dipped my finger into the glue on my drawing and walked right up to him. I wiped the glue onto his beloved silk jacket.

An explicative erupted from his mouth. He picked up a pair of scissors, waving them in my direction. "I'm going to cut you."

I snatched up a yard stick, as if that would give me some defense.

My vision tunneled. I could barely breathe. I didn't know what to do. Where was the teacher?

"Walk away." a Voice whispered in my heart.

I had no other recourse. I steered my entire body away from the enraged student and struggled to the art room sink. I set down the yard stick and washed the glue off my hands.

From behind me, the student continued yelling. I made it back to my desk with some paper towels and attempted to clean off my drawing. After that, he left me alone.

The Voice that spoke to me then was familiar. Loving, yet firm. I was sure that it was the Lord.

Years passed by before the Lord spoke to me that way again.

In 2003, when I was hired to work at a Christian missions agency, I heard the Lord speak to me in that way again.

I had committed to waking up early in the morning to pray because my usual afternoon prayer time would be taken up at work.

The morning of my first day of work, I didn't feel like getting up to pray. I wanted to sleep.

"Seek my face."The Voice spoke in a whisper, deep inside my heart.

This startled me out of my sleepiness, and I got up.

In my Bible, I turned to my reading for the day, Psalm 27. The exact verse the Lord spoke to me jumped off the page.

"You have said, “Seek my face.” My heart says to you, “Your face, LORD, do I seek” (Psalm 27:8).

Having this close relationship with the Lord helped me through the grief of losing my child. When I experienced relational problems with my husband, I needed to reach out to those who could be Christ to me in my time of need.

WAR AND PEACE

When the spiritual high of serving the Lord overseas wore off, the valley of normal became a battle ground. After Billy and I returned from the mission trip to Poland, all hell broke loose. Our arguments before our trip were nothing compared to after.

We each brought baggage into our marriage. Grief has a way of bringing out our insecurities and sin patterns and magnifying them.

I felt alone and abandoned in so many ways in my life. In my insecurity after Luke died, I tried to cling to Billy, but he wasn't emotionally available to me. He had shut down his emotions in order to work in a demanding job. His unresolved grief had made him increasingly irritable which led to many conflicts.

In my own grief, my emotions were raw. I was angry that Billy didn't see my needs. I thought he was being selfish. My desire to be comforted by him was left unmet.

Intimacy became empty and lifeless, totally lacking in love.

We desperately needed help.

I read books on how to make a struggling marriage better. But it was always work, work, work and all the responsibility was heaped on my shoulders. Instead of things getting better, they only got worse.

Billy was the one who made the phone call to our pastor, who referred us to a counselor.

GROWING PAINS

Little did I know, I needed counselling long before we ever had any problems.

The next months and even years were about us digging into our past. I had to face the ways that I'd been seriously wounded. Billy did the same. And, we had to learn how two very flawed people need God and His people in community to help us become one.

Not only did counselling help me with my marriage, I needed reorientation in all of relationships. I could be a pliable person. Bending to the whims of stronger-willed people, and many of those people didn't have my best interests at heart.

I had to grow up.

We both did.

Uncharted Waters: Part 1 is found here.

Part 14 is available here.