Holding onto God's Faithfulness: Surviving Pregnancy and Infant Loss

Fall 2003 and me pregnant with Luke

I've been thinking back in time for the #october2013blogchallenge to when I have been aware of the Lord's faithfulness to me.
 
October in Florida is when the chill autumn air carries with it the the sense of expectancy before the rush of the holidays.  And, when the wind picks up and the leaves fall down, I start to remember.  It's the same thing I think about every year and always in October. 

It is fitting that October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month (PILAM).

That's when the crushing news came for me. 

In October of 2003, I was 27 weeks pregnant, and I went to get an ultrasound to determine if my little one was a boy or a girl. What I wasn't expecting was to find was that something was terribly wrong with my child.

 

The doctor said that he had no kidneys. That he had something called Potter's Syndrome, which at that time, there was no treatment. No cure.

After going to more doctors and doing more tests, it was confirmed.  My baby, when he was born, would die.

I realized at that moment that this was all the time I had with him.

I learned to cherish every little movement, hiccup, stretch. I learned who he was by how he felt in my womb. He lived. He mattered.

Luke Joseph Griese was born on December 5, 2003, and he was so light, only 3 lbs. 12 oz., yet my love for him was beyond measure.

He went to be with Jesus eight hours later.

The biggest thing that little Luke taught me was that every life matters because we are all here for a reason. Some of us are here to love and some of us are here to be the recipients of love.

Then there is the love that God has for us. He sent His Son to die for us so that we could live forever with Him. There is no greater love than that.

And now, Luke lives and basks in the eternal love of God in heaven, and I await the day we will be reunited and can share that love again.


Because God is faithful to His promises, He will make all things new, make all the sad things come untrue (Revelation 21). 


So, I will hold onto that truth and look forward to that Day.  Not only to see my son again, but to see the Son, Christ, the Risen One, who carried me in my darkest hours and brought me to the light of day.

If you have lost a child in pregnancy or shortly after birth, my heart aches for you. 
I pray that you will know the faithfulness of God in Christ on your grief journey. 
Never will He leave you, never will He forsake you (Hebrew 13:5). 

For His Word says:

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
 I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me." (Psalm 23:4)

Holding onto Hope,

Chanda

God is Faithful: Treasures in the Snow

No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him." (1 Corinthians 2:9)

Being a Florida girl, born and raised, I never did see snow until I was grown and married and had a few kids in tow.  It was amazing.  I felt like Lucy Pevensie when she stepped out of the wardrobe and into Narnia.  The little snowflakes ambled down, peppering my eyelashes and tickling my nose.

The autumn leaves changing is pretty sparse in Florida, so I'm packing up all our winter wear for our trip up to North Carolina tomorrow to see the real fall.

You never know what a trip up North will bring. 

The last time we visited the Carolinas was an adventure worth telling...

We were starting up the mountain on our way to our cabin.  It was evening and the ground and road were already covered in snow.  Our compact SUV did alright until we came to a steep part.  The snow had melted some and was icy and slippery. 

The Captain clicked the gear into 3D (which I think is mountain drive) and proceeded to go further up the mountain.  Panic struck when the wheels were spinning, but we were going nowhere and then backward, toward the ravine on the side of the road.  I closed my eyes and braced for impact.

Our SUV slid down and into the side of a snow bank, stopping us from going over the side of the mountain.  Relieved and shaken, I realized we were stuck in the snow.  We couldn't go up and we couldn't go back down the mountain.  The Captain turned on our hazard lights to keep anyone from hitting us in the dark. 

"We need to pray, you guys," I said to my husband and the kids.

The Captain and I prayed with the kids for help.  As soon as we finished praying, we saw someone walking in the snow right to where we were.  I rolled down the window to get a better look.

"You all need some help?" said a woman in a plaid flannel, sweat pants, and hiking boots.  Her husband walked up behind her.

"We're stuck," I said.

Scott and Denise were their names, and they were a God-send.  They offered to drive us in their massive 4-wheel drive pick-up truck up the mountain to our cabin--luggage, kids, and all. 

When we got to the cabin, we unloaded all our stuff and kicked the snow and mud off our boots.

"There's going to be more snow tonight," relayed Denise.  "You all might be stuck here for about a week until the snow melts."

That night, our trip looked as if it was ruined, and to top it all off, there was no food in the cabin except for ketchup and sugar packets left there from fast food restaurants.  We had eaten dinner before we went up the mountain, but what were we going to do for the rest of the week? 

Will God really provide for us like that?

The next day was like Christmas.  We got a knock on the door and there were Scott and Denise with boxes full of food.  They even gave us a gingerbread house kit for the kids.

I was humbled and my faith in God's faithfulness was renewed. 

The Lord was going to take care of us, so we need not fear.

That day, we had forgotten a few things in the SUV, so the Captain donned his snow gear and walked down the mountain.  When he came back, he was carrying our cell phone and our toboggan.

 

After calling a tow truck, we all went out and played in the snow and went sledding.

The Captain had our SUV towed to the bottom of the mountain to a parking lot, so we wouldn't get stuck again.  That night we had fresh pork loin (from a local farm) and home-grown canned green beans for dinner courtesy of Scott and Denise.

We stayed the rest of the week and from the pictures, you can tell our trip was not ruined.

Little Man getting ready to sled

Bob the snowman

The Captain posing with Bob

Snowball fight!

Making the gingerbread house

Our last day at the cabin

Eventually the snow melted and the snow plow shovelled the way for us to get down the mountain.

After another neighbor gave us a lift, we made it to our SUV, and were on our way back to sunny Florida.

This year we'll see what adventures the Lord has in store for us.

I know that no matter what, He is there for us and hears us when we call.

If you are a blogger, then I invite you to join the Christian Bloggers community in the #october2013blogchallenge and share how the Lord has been faithful to you.

Trusting in His Faithfulness,

Chanda
 

The Trouble at Wal-Mart

Broken.  That's how my heart felt, sitting in the urgent care clinic with my baby girl with a swollen finger, possibly broken.

"What's wrong with your little one?" asked the receptionist.

"Minivan door.  It shut on her finger." Feeling dejected, I looked down at the clipboard and finished filling it out. Picking up my toddler, I returned the clipboard to the receptionist and sat to wait until our name was called. She sat on my lap and held her hand up with fingers extended. Her index finger on her right hand was twice as large as the one on the left.

It all had happened so fast. We were at Wal-Mart, just baby and me. I grabbed my purse and went to the other side of the van to get her out of her car seat. Sliding the the door open, I reached over to hit the automatic lock button, so it would lock up when I shut it.

After taking the baby out of her seat, I yanked on the door to slide it shut. As I turned to go, my daughter reached out her hand. Before I could stop it or pull her away, the door shut on her finger.

I was ready for an avalanche of tears, but she didn't cry at all.

Maybe the finger wasn't stuck in the door. A little tug. Oh, yes it was. My daughter began to cry. All the doors were locked. The baby's finger was stuck, and so was I. My key-less entry button on my keys didn't work, and there was only one way to open the doors once locked—the driver's side door—on the other side of the minivan.

My heart was racing. I couldn't calm down. I couldn’t think. I breathed in through my nose for a count of seven and slowly exhaled out of my mouth. I needed to be calm, to stay in control. I had to think. But, what could I do? She was stuck. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t put her down. Where her finger was pinned in the door, she couldn’t reach the ground.

Deep within me, came a cry, louder than I thought I possible. "Help, help!  My baby!  Please, somebody, help me!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man running toward me.  He was a young man with skin the color of brown sugar. I handed him my keys. "Please. My baby's finger is stuck ... I can't unlock the door on this side."

The man sped to the other side of the van and shuffled with the keys until he found the right one and tried it. I shook my head no. The door was still locked. He went into the van and manually unlocked it.

The door came free. I held my baby close. The young man handed me the keys as I was breathing a prayer of thanks. He smiled at me, then he ran off. I didn't even get his name or get to thank him. The way he sped to my rescue and then raced away, I wondered if he was an angel.

By now, my daughter's finger was swelling and so was her crying. Back into the van.  Forget Wal-Mart, we needed to go to the urgent care clinic. On the way there, my adrenaline level was at an all-time high. Little condemning thoughts kept on antagonizing me. 

It's all your fault...you're a terrible mother...she'll be scarred for life...

Then I remembered who I am. As a go to for when I’m struggling, I had been compiling all the new names that God gives us when we trust in Christ. Those names returned to me now:

You are Chosen, Accepted, Daughter of the King…

Breathing a sigh of relief, I parked the car at the clinic. Self-contempt doesn't have a chance with a heart resting in God's grace.

At the clinic, the doctor asked if our car had a door sensor that stopped it when it detected something in the way.

"No. No sensor." 

More condemning thoughts trickled in, but this time about others. Car companies care more about money than people's safety...big business is just corrupt like that...Aw, I shouldn't go there either. It would only steal my peace. Anyway, not all minivans had that sensor and ours was an older model. 

And, what about the guy who helped me unlock the door?  He probably wouldn't have been the first person I would have asked for help. I prefer asking a person who is in uniform. It feels safer. But, the person I least expected was my hero. And it turned out that my daughter’s finger wasn’t broken, and as she rested against my chest, she seemed to have recovered better than me. I was still panicky and unable to settle completely for some time.

The thing is, we're all broken people, living in a broken world. We'll never be in a place where something in our lives doesn't need fixing. And, though it seems like we're in control sometimes, we're really not.

If we walk by faith, not by sight (2 Corinthians 5:7), knowing that the Lord is with us and there to help us, then eventually we will have peace. Sometimes right away, and other times, we have to wait for it.

One day Christ will return, and He will make all things new (Revelation 21). He will restore everything that has been broken in this world.

Until then, we can wait and rest in His grace, releasing control to His holy Sovereign will and thanking Him for the little things like an unsung hero at Wal-Mart and soft bones that didn't break.

Our New Names| 31 Ways Our Identity is Found in Christ

In searching the Scriptures, I have found at least 31 ways our identity is found in Christ. Each day of each month, I focus and meditate on each new name that God has given me. Believe me when I tell you this friends, knowing our new names is empowering, encouraging, life-changing. I have been able to face some of my most difficult challenges bowing the knee to my Maker and accepting the names He has bestowed upon me.

IN CHRIST

1. I am chosen by God who thought of me before even creating the world (Eph. 1:4; 1 Thess. 1:4)

2. I am accepted by Christ to be in the holy presence of God (Heb. 10:19-22)

3. I am a Christ-follower, no longer submitting to the futile principles of this world (Col. 2:20)

4. I am empowered to do God’s work on earth through Christ who gives me strength

(Eph: 2:10; Philippians 3:14, 4:13)

5. I am a temple of God, a dwelling place of the Holy Spirit and my body belongs to Christ

(1 Cor. 3:16; 6:13-19)

6. I am a vessel of the love, power, and glory of God (John 17:26; Rom. 8:30; 2 Cor. 4:7)

7. I am a citizen of heaven, called to do a heavenly work on earth. (Philippians 3:20; Heb. 3:1,2)

8. I am a prayer-warrior, who is strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might

(Eph. 6:10-18; 1 Jn 5:18)

9. I am a child of the King who can cry out to my Father in heaven for all my needs

(Rom. 8:15; Gal. 4:6; James 2:5)

10. I am fully alive and can flourish in Christ’s Kingdom that will never end

(Matt. 6:33; Luke 1:32,33; Col. 3:3,4)

11. I am a child of God, my heavenly Father, and I will resemble Christ when He returns

(John 1:12; 1 John 3:1-2)

12. I am redeemed from the judgement and wrath of God which will come against sin.

(Rom. 5:9; Eph. 1:7,8; 1 Thess. 1:10)

13. I am Spirit-led, only following the voice of my Christ, my Savior (Jn. 10:4,11; Rom. 8:14)

14. I am assured, having a mind and heart guarded by the peace of God

(Rom. 12:2; 1 Cor. 2:16; Eph. 4:23; Philippians 4:7)

15. I am contented, having all my needs supplied by God (Philippians 4:19; Heb. 4:16)

16. I am devoted to Christ, having been both crucified and raised with Him to live for His glory

(Rom. 6:4; Gal. 2:22).

17. I am a saint, pure and blameless, having the righteousness of God

(Ephesians 1:1; 2 Cor. 5:21, Heb. 10:14)

18. I am delivered from darkness, having been transferred into the Kingdom of God's beloved Son

(Colossians 1:13)

19. I am forgiven of my sins by grace through faith in Christ (Romans 5:8; Eph. 2:8,9; 1 John 1:9)

20. I am a priest of God, proclaiming the truth of the gospel to the lost (1 Peter 2: 9, 10)

21. I am self-controlled, having been freed from enslavement to my sin nature

(Romans 6: 2-7, 20-23; Gal. 6:14)

22. I am the bride of Christ, who waits for His return (Ps. 45:10; Song of Solomon 4:7,8; Rev. 19:7)

23. I am a gospel-carrier, and have been sent to be a light in a dark world. (Matthew 5:14-16)

24. I am a new creation with a new heart that longs to please God

(2 Corinthians 5:17, Ephesians 4:24)

25. I am an over-comer and can live a life of faith in Christ who died and was raised again

(Jn 16:33; 1 Jn 5:4,5)

26. I am connected to Jesus and His love will overflow in me (Jn 15:5)

27. I am an heir with Christ, having been redeemed by Him and given an eternal inheritance

(Rom. 8:16,17; Col. 1:12)

28. I am beloved by God who gave His own Son to save me (Jn 16:27; Eph. 2:4-6; 1 Thess. 1:4)

29. I am secure, having been given a spirit of power, love, and a sound mind. (2 Tim. 1:7; 1 Jn 5:4,5)

30. I am free from the need to take revenge against those who have hurt me

(Romans 12:19; Revelation 6:10)

31. I am an ambassador for Christ, entreating the world to turn to Him before He returns

(2 Cor. 5:20, Rev. 21: 1-8; 22-27)

Feel free to copy and print your new names in Christ.

Next week, I will share the 30 Names of God that have helped me to trust in Him in all things.  

May you depend on the will of God, be confident in the Sovereignty of God, and obey the Word of God as you hold on to the new names He has given you to stand against all the world, the flesh, and the devil has to throw at you. He who calls you by your new names is faithful.