in the middle

I’m still in the middle of it. The thick part. Of my story. Of grief. I knew the happy chapters weren’t going to be the end. I knew that shadows would come again, because that is part of the scenery of life. But at the time… when Evangeline came so soon on the heels of Asher, for instance… I confess that I really did think I had moved past the thickest and hardest part of my grief chapters. I admit it: I had grown naive all over again. Not quite to the point of naivete that comes ingrained into us all with our first pregnancy ~ no, of course I could never go back that far into the naive. But I was at least naive enough again to think that God had wrapped up those chapters, and tied them up with a pretty bow, tucking them away into this magical part of my life story called the past. And then 2014 happened. And it’s been like reliving 2009 and 2010. And what’s funny is that I suddenly realize that I am right back in the middle of it. Back in the thick of it. In a place I thought I’d left, hoped I had left forever.

I’m still weary. Weary again. And then some.
Every day I feel not only emotionally and spiritually spent, but seriously physically exhausted. And no, it isn’t just because I am a young mom of three amazing little kids with electricity-like energy. It’s an exhaustion that I can not explain. It’s so much more tiring than the early days of infancy. I had so much energy when I had a 4 year old, a 14 month old, and a newborn. This is different. This is what Shauna Niequist calls the middle. And I’m still there. In the thick waistline of my grief story.

When you’re in the middle, pretty much all you can ask for are little bits of flame to light the darkness that feels interminable. You don’t know what the story is about when you’re in the middle of it. You think you do, but you don’t. … I hate the middle. The middle is the fog, the exhaustion, the loneliness, the daily battle against despair and the nagging fear that tomorrow will be just like today, only you’ll be wearier and less able to defend yourself against it. The middle is the lonely place, when you can’t find words to say how deeply empty you feel, when you try to connect but you feel like thick glass is separating you from the rest of the world, isolating and deadening everything.
~Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p216

There are diamonds in crevices, hidden throughout the darkness. To be sure.
The nine jewels in my crown who live in heaven are only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the diamond mining we do in the shadows of our grief.

I believe in mining through the darkest seasons in our lives and choosing to believe that we’ll find something important every time.
~Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p194

But sometimes when stuck in the middle of it all, I am not equipped for the mining yet. That often comes later. It comes when the exhaustion is not so overwhelming, when the tears are not always at the ready, when the cynicism has worn away a bit. In the meantime, it’s the comfort of Christ, and the comfort He extends through His people, that helps pull me through the middle.

Jesus is no stranger to pain or loss or heartache, and there are some times when the only thing that eases the pain is His comfort. I wasn’t ready, and still am not, to mine through this experience for opportunities to grow, things to learn, ways to transcend and transform. Maybe I’ll be ready over time, and maybe not. But it is an opportunity to be comforted. I’d rather not need the comfort. But I’m thankful that it’s there when I need it, because I’ve needed it desperately this month.
~Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p248

As we continue to see the story of our life revealed through time and circumstances, we are thankful to know who the author is. We trust Him and praise Him. We seek His face, His mercy, His grace. We rest in His comfort and delight in His love. We cry to Him and fall at His feet, and know that He is here with us even in the thickness of the middle.

October 15th is coming!

It’s that time of year again ~ October. The month where everyone wears pink for breast cancer awareness. The month where I think of my mother in law, as well as my best friend’s mom, who both are survivors of that horrible cancer! But it’s also the month for pregnancy and infant loss remembrance. Even with all my twelve babies, I have never had a due date in October nor have I ever had a delivery (of a living child or a miscarried child) in October. But there’s October 15th right smack in the middle of the month. And that is a day that I claim as mine. Ours. A day when I don’t feel shy about my nine little babies in heaven. When I light candles to remember their light, to wear pink & blue in their honor, to let off balloons in remembrance of their ascents into heaven (and as a tangible thing for their brothers and sister here on earth), to speak their names more frequently than I normally might.

So this is the week. And while I am feeling of fewer words this year in my grief than in some years past, I will at least be sharing some pictures and some quotes in honor of October 15th for Pregnancy And Infant Loss Remembrance Day ~ in honor specifically of Covenant Hope, Glory Hesed, Promise Anastasis, Peace Nikonos, Mercy Kyrie, Victory Athanasius, Hosanna Praise, Heritage Peniel, and Fidelis Se’arah. These are the children the Lord has given to me ~ God has been good to me. Amen!

If the only thing you have to offer is a broken heart, you offer a broken heart. So in a time of grief, the recognition that this is material for sacrifice has been a very great strength for me. Realizing that nothing I have, nothing I am will be refused on the part of Christ I simply give it to Him as the little boy gave Jesus his five loaves and two fishes—with the same feeling of the disciples when they said, ‘What is the good of that for such a crowd?’ Naturally in almost anything I offer to Christ, my reaction would be, ‘What is the good of that?’ The point is, the use He makes of it is His blessing.

~ Elisabeth Elliot ~

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I believe deeply that God does His best work in our lives during times of great heartbreak and loss, and I believe that much of that rich work is done by the hands of people who love us, who dive into the wreckage with us and show us who God is, over and over and over.
~ Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p94 ~

More of this!

Can I ever be fed, and need no more food?
Can I ever sleep and need no more rest?
Can I ever feel my wife beside me as we watch
living, eternal, laughing things we were used to create,
and not want to see them again tomorrow?

~N.D. Wilson, Death by Living, p61~

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Little Darlings

If you’ve been marked by what might have been you don’t forget.
You know the day, the years.
You know when the baby would have been born…
It makes the calendar feel like a minefield,
like you’re constantly tiptoeing
over explosions of grief until one day you hit one,
shattered by what might have been.
~Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p110~

I can’t always pinpoint exactly what makes me miss my sweet babies more on some days than on others. But today is a day where I just feel their absence here tangibly. When I was lying in bed this morning, I suddenly noticed I had my hand resting on my belly: almost as if I were waiting for Fidelis to kick me. I keep looking at Evangeline’s things as I pack them away into the basement and wonder what I should do with them… and I wonder what her little sister Heritage would have looked like in each outfit, and whether she would have loved shoes and hairbows as much as her big sister does. All three of my children are infatuated with babies, and even their little babydolls (Bennett, Timmy, and Bea) ~ and when they play house together, I watch with my own arms empty, my womb closed up, my breasts dry.

This year is so far from what I thought it would be. And while most days I am able to not only function with joy & thankfulness & peace, there are the rare occasions like today where all I want to do is crumble into a ball in a dark closet and weep for the children I lost to heaven.

On most days, for me, it’s all right…
But for today, for a minute, it’s not all right.
I understand that God is sovereign,
that bodies are fragile and fallible.
I understand that grief mellows over time,
and that guarantees aren’t part of human life,
as much as we’d like them to be.
But on this day, looking out at the harsh white sky of a Chicago winter,
I’m crying just a little for what might have been.
…I’ll always know.
~Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p110~

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A couple days ago, I read the account of Lazarus’ death and resurrection to my children, and Gabriel said “if Jesus had been here, would our babies not have died either?” I assured him that Jesus indeed was here, and it brought Him joy to take our children to heaven. And I reminded him of how Jesus Himself said all of these things are so that God would be glorified.

Today I miss my sweet babies acutely.
They are my little darlings, and I will always be their mommy.
So I’m thankful tomorrow will carry new mercies, and my God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Amen.

All around the world, God is giving and sustaining life to the praise of His grace.
His mercy is new every morning, and it’s always morning somewhere.
~Gloria Furman, Treasuring Christ When Your Hands are Full, p149~

Daily Soul Food

We are teachers, we work with words,
which means that we are builders of worlds.
~Douglas Wilson, blog

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Distance learning is not a new thing. We have always had distance learning.
That is what books are.
~Douglas Wilson, blog

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There’s no better time than all the time to boldly ask God for mercy and grace.
~Gloria Furman, Treasuring Christ When Your Hands are Full, p109

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God’s Wisdom & God’s Stories

Mothers who feed their soul with the Word of God will thrive
as their hearts are taught by God’s wisdom.

~Gloria Furman, Treasuring Christ When Your Hands are Full, p101~

I write with the authority of a woman who has tasted
a lot of soul junk food and suffered from painful spiritual cavities.
Spiritual counsel that has “empty calories”
or is devoid of rich, biblical doctrine
cannot and will not satisfy a soul that was made to be satisfied only with an infinite God.

~Gloria Furman, Treasuring Christ When Your Hands are Full, p102~

I bet God has done something in your life
that would make our hair stand on end if you told us about it.
I bet the story God has written in your life and your home
gives voice and breath and arms and legs to the gospel
every bit as much as a church sermon ever did.
Preaching is important, certainly.
But it can’t be the only way we allow God’s story to be told in our midst.

~Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p238~

Let the children come unto Me…

…and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of God! (Matthew 19:14)

As Steven and I have raised our children, we have had the privilege, blessing, and responsibility of bringing our children to the sanctuary for worship each Lord’s Day ever since their birth. In fact, last Sunday was the first time our children ever attended Sunday school! But it was in the education hour prior to the worship service. For worship, we believe in coming together as a family; but yes, that means that Gabriel was over 6 years old before attending a Sunday school class, and Asher nearly 3. I suppose that is backward from what a lot of modern evangelical families practice! 🙂 But it is such a joy and privilege to sit together as a family each week during worship: to sing, pray, learn, read, respond, confess, pass peace, and partake of the Lord’s Supper ~ together. Our children belong to the Lord just as much as we adults do! So this week I read a little book called “Parenting in the Pew” as a refresher and reminder to myself of why it is such a joy and responsibility and privilege not to send my kids off to their own little classes while the adults worship alone. Below, here are a few little highlight snippets that really hit-home for me. May the Lord continue to bless my children, and grant grace to our family, as we come together at His feet to worship Him, seek His grace and forgiveness, revel in His mercy, eat His meal, sing with His people, pray on behalf of His people, and live as equals before our Father in heaven. I love filling a pew together. And just recently, after many months of being at different churches, we are filling a pew with my parents again. The blessing of having three generations together filling a pew is glorious, and we praise God for this kindness! It reminds me of growing up in California, filling a super long pew with my mom’s side of the family: my great-great-grandma, my great-grandpa, my grandpa & grandma, my parents, my brother & me, and occasionally my uncle’s family. All of us together. What a beautiful expression of God’s generational faithfulness, and Deuteronomy 6 coming to life in a tangible way.

May God draw my husband and me, and our children, and our children’s children, even unto a thousand generations, joyfully into His presence because He is faithful, the Alpha and the Omega, worthy of all praise, the Lamb that was slain. Amen!

 

[As a child], all I was taught was to “be quiet and be good.” “Be still, and know that I am God” is more biblical (Psalm 46:10). This verse begins to define the difference between “going to church” and “going to worship.” Going to worship requires a life-transformation and happens out of a new heart, not an old habit.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p18

Simply telling children to “be quiet” is not the way to draw their attention to the worship that is taking place. The purpose of parenting in the pew is to train a child to worship, not to be quiet. Quietness at certain times may enhance their ability to worship, but quietness is a means to this effort, not an end.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p63

If our children’s lack of quietness preoccupies us rather than their worship experience, we are simply in the pew in the presence of our kids and are probably feeling far from the presence of God.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p63

Training children to worship does not always enhance our own experience of being before the Lord… The number of times children must be helped to concentrate, pay attention and enter into the worship service is almost beyond counting. The effort can be exhausting. And it can be pleasing to God.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p63

It can seem paradoxical that to help a child to develop concentration and a sense of quietness for worship, parents have to talk more. If you sit close to your children, however, you can give whispered instructions and reminders rather easily and with little or no distraction to others.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p63

It is not unusual for parents to express delight as their own sense of worship is enhanced through practicing parenting in the pew. The liturgy becomes less routine and more relevant. Not because the words have changed, but because we listen again to the familiar and find that God is still speaking.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p67

Music is one of the easier tools for parents to use in teaching their children to worship. … Scripture memorizing, too, is made easier if done through songs.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p73

Parents need help in getting the youngest of worshipers to sing praise to God through music written for adults. This can be a significant way that young children are connected to the heritage and history of the church. Worship music can also lay a foundation for understanding the truth of God that produces the theologians of the next century.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p73

Children love being set free to “make a joyful noise.” … During songs or hymns, encourage very young children to sing “la, la, la” with the tune if the words are totally unknown or unpronounceable to them. Children don’t mind doing this and will quickly begin to pick up the refrain or a repeated phrase.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p73

God is believable because He is real. His reality rings true with children because of His sovereignty. God’s purposes and will do not always match our expectations. It is very often in disappointment or difficulty in the lives of our children that God’s existence becomes objective and real, distinctive and powerful for them. We shouldn’t be afraid that prayer that is not answered according to our hopes will weaken or destroy or children’s faith. Children need to see that God can be trusted no matter what. This is the foundation for maturing faith.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p85

Learning to pray about real things, simple or profound, prepares children to participate in the church family. The church needs to hear the prayers of children, because they often reflect the best definition of faith given in the Scripture: “Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see” (Hebrews 11:1).
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p85

Sometimes [children] will whisper questions in the pew. Giving brief answers to some questions is appropriate; others need to be answered at a later time. Either way, be sure to respond respectfully to your children. If a question needs to be answered later, ask the child to remember the question and ask it again after church.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p101

Through worshiping together, my children and I have become friends before the throne of grace. As fellow sinners, we worship our Father who forgives. In worship we have learned to love God and accept His mercy. In worship we have learned to love each other and accept our failures. God must be real in our experience of faith. He must be known and encountered. We cannot be satisfied with worship that simply fulfills social and religious obligations. God must be heard. We need to teach our children what it means to touch the hem of His garment and be healed. Our children need to clamber into the loving lap of the Savior. He yearns for the companionship of children and longs to bless them.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p124

…I see my sons more clearly in the pew. Sitting beside me I see the handiwork of God. In the presence of our Father, my sons have become my brothers.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p125

The best kind of seeker service is one where unchurched people feel two things simultaneously: “I don’t belong here!” and “I want to belong here!” The mysterium tremendum, God’s fearful majesty, is off-putting and in-drawing at the same time. The “throne of Grace” is still a throne, not a rocking chair or floor pillow. The church is not another club to join. It is the body of Christ, the presence of the kingdom of God in the world.
~Robbie Castleman, Parenting in the Pew, p139

 

For further excellent encouragement on this subject, please read our friend Pastor Toby Sumpter’s exhortation here!

Creating “forever”

The future flies at us and from that dark blur we shape the past.
And the past is forever.
We are authors and we are writing every second of every day.
A child scissors a couch, and that action is forever and always.
It cannot be undone.
But now it is your turn.
What you say and what you do in response will be done forever,
never to be appealed, edited, or modified.
~N.D. Wilson, Death by Living, p164~

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Living means decisions.
Living means writing your every word
and action and thought and drool spot down in forever.
It means writing your story within The Story.
It means being terrible at it.
It means failing and knowing that, somehow,
all of our messes will still contribute,
that the creative God has merely given Himself a greater challenge—
drawing glory from our clumsy botching of the past.
~N.D. Wilson, Death by Living, p166~

grace from every corner

What I need as a mother is grace.
God’s grace, that allows me to fail and try again,
that allows me to ask for help when I don’t have the wisdom or patience that I need,
that reminds me we’re not alone in this,
and that God loves my son even more than I do.

And grace from other mothers.
I need grace and truth-telling and camaraderie from other moms.
I need us to tell the truth about how hard it is,
and I need us to help each other,
instead of hiding behind the pretense and pressure of perfection.

~ Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p114 ~

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There are some moments these days, since the miscarriage,
when I feel like a failure
because my body wasn’t able to do what so many other women’s bodies can.
I see them with their kids, a year apart, one after another.
That will never be true for me and for our family.
I’ll always remember, even if we do have more children someday,
the loss we experienced last summer.

But what has healed me more than anything else
are the stories of other women who have experienced similar things.
I’ve needed grace,
and I’ve needed women who share their sorrows with me,
and allow me to share my own.

~ Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet, p114 ~

leading a wee army

You are as much serving God in looking after your own children,
and training them up in God’s fear,
and minding the house,
and making your household a church for God,
as you would be if you had been called to lead an army to battle for the Lord of hosts.

~C.H. Spurgeon~

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