Saturday, June 11, 2016

Marks of Motherhood

I inwardly (and sometimes outwardly) grumble and complain about how my body changed after carrying Lily. I was once a fit and toned athlete. Then came Lily. Much of the time, I don't like how my body changed. I have the body of a mother whose carried a 7 pound 9 ounce 21 inch child to term, but no child here to show as the fruit of those months of nurturing and protection.

I'm trying to look at the changes to my body through different lenses. This body carried her all of her life. This body was my beautiful girl's only home before her Eternal Home. And it was her budding life that caused my widened hips and stretch marks. It was wonderful Lily, so how could I be upset about the changes? They silently speak that she was here. She was real. Each mark is a remembrance of my obedience to the Lord, in choosing life for my unborn child and not allowing shallow or fleeting concerns to govern choices that not only would impact me forever, but also the life of an innocent child.

Even how my body has changed from pregnancy is a reminder not to be overly concerned about things that are actually quite insignificant. I changed and grew so much (no pun intended) through the entire experience of my unplanned pregnancy and losing Lily. Embracing her life was a sacrifice of love.

I want the culture to recognize that a postpartum body is beautiful because WOW, women carry babies made in the image of God! The marks that come from such an awe-inspiring gift from above are nothing to be ashamed of. I want other young women faced with an unplanned pregnancy to realize that yes, their body might change, but it is not something to run and hide from, but rather a mark of life, honor, beauty, and sacrifice. The mark of motherhood. And our babies are worth every mark, every pound and inch gained, every change to our bodies and lives... no matter what happens. ❤️


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Thursday, June 9, 2016

He Works Outside of Our Lines

Tonight I watched a movie called "Where Hope Grows," which is centered around a man who could have been a baseball star and a young man with Down Syndrome. It is a moving story of friendship, redemption, and the value of each life. Did you know that about 70% of children who are diagnosed with Down Syndrome in the womb are aborted? As if they are any less valuable or worthy of life. It just breaks my heart. Every life is such a precious gift and there are many lessons we can only learn from the weakest among us, as Gianna Jessen, who survived an abortion and now lives with Cerebral Palsy, says.

There was one part that rubbed me the wrong way, though I recognize it was unintentional on the part of the producers and writers of the film because they clearly recognize the sanctity of life, though I hope that I can explain why one particular part is a way of thinking that takes away from the value of some.

A Pastor says in the movie: "You look around a cemetery and you see there are two dates on every tombstone - a birthday and a date of death. Every human being is guaranteed those two dates, but that little dash that lies in between those two numbers, that's what defines our life. So make your dash count. Live, really live."

If I had not lost my own child in the way I did, I doubt I would even notice those words. I doubt they'd rub me the wrong way and I doubt I'd pick up on the fallacy of them. But you see, every human being is in fact not "guaranteed" those two dates. My daughter Lily Katherine only has one date on her stone. She has no dash. But that is not what defines her, or any of us. And even though she only has one date, she did "really live." And babies who were lost in pregnancy before they even had a birthday still lived.


I am reminded of a post I wrote about 3 years ago about a song I heard that has a similar message. This is from what I wrote:

The song "The Line Between the Two" by Mark Harris has a beautiful meaning that we should live our lives in such a way that we will have no regrets when we come to die. We should live today the legacy we want to leave. Because the fact is we all will leave a legacy... the question is what do we want that legacy to be?

The song talks about "the line between the two," meaning the line on our headstone between our date of birth and date of death. We need to make the line between the two count.

A beginning and an ending, dates upon a stone
But the moment in the middle is how we will be known
Cause what defines us can be found within a line
Finding reason for our time

As I listened to the words of this song, I couldn't help but think to myself... what about when there is no line? What about when there is only one date on one's headstone? When the beginning and the ending are combined? When one doesn't live long enough to have that line between the two? When the death date comes before the birth date? Imagine how that would look on a stone. Does that mean their life didn't matter? Does that mean their life doesn't have significance and purpose because they weren't able to make an impact with the days represented by that line?

God is not confined by that little line. He is such a big, sovereign, amazing God and He does the most beautiful things in ways we'd least expect. He can use a sweet baby who never took a breath or spoke a word to make an impact greater than someone whose lived 100 years on Earth. Let's not put Him and His plans into a little box of our own understanding. He works outside of our lines...

It's hurtful that Lily only has one date that could be put on her headstone. She shouldn't even have a headstone until long after I have one. My friend Stacy whose daughter Rachel is with Lily in Heaven said something so profoundly beautiful regarding this same thing. Stacy and her husband created Rachel's beautiful headstone with their names on it as well. Since they are both still living, there obviously are no death dates for them yet. Rachel also only had one date and this is hard for Stacy. Here is a little excerpt from her blog:
I remember going to the hospital to have her and thinking on the way "I just want there to be a dash"... it's always bothered me that Rachel only has one date.  I wanted her birthday and the day she died to be different.  But what mother wouldn't?
I stared at her name and date for a minute and again was questioning God... "Why couldn't there have been a dash? was that too much to ask?"  I looked at my name, then Matt's... I looked at my date and then at Matt's...  I wondered about our "future" dates....
and for the first time in all the HUNDREDS of hours that I have spent standing on her spot, I looked at the dates differently and I am positive this was a picture God gave me to remind me of His promises.... I saw that we all have just one date.  And God spoke to my heart....
You have one date because you are still alive....
And so does she....

What a comforting thought. Lily and Rachel are alive! More than we ever will be here.

The ending of Lily's physical life is only the beginning of her Eternal life. The ending of her physical life does not mark the ending of her legacy. She is not defined by the lack of a line. She is defined by being a daughter of Christ. There is reason for her time on Earth, though brief. She is not known for the moments in the middle of her birth and death dates, but rather for the moments even before her birth date.

God used a little girl who has no line to forever change my line... now the rest of my days on Earth that make up that line will be spent to honor Lily and bring glory to my Father in Heaven. In being her voice, I will give life to the little girl whose life was so short, yet so wide...

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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

6-Year-Old-Girls

This is a poem I wrote last year about 5-year-old girls, but I am reminded of it again this year, with my would-be-6-year-old-girl. So I changed 5 to 6 to make it applicable.

6-year-old girls should bring boisterous laughter and constant chatter
Glitter, baby dolls, and pigtails should be what matter

6-year-old girls should never leave you alone
Instead of silence gripping your heart as you talk to a stone

6-year-old girls should love Frozen, dressing up, and American Girl too
Not leave us wondering what we're missing and who

6-year-old girls should no longer be babies
Rather than a question mark of a lifetime of maybes

My 6-year-old girl will never be 6
But in Heaven she waits, that's where she's alive


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Grandparent Names

If you've been reading my blog for any length of time, you've likely noticed that I call my grandmother "Bumma."

My twin older brothers, Adam and Joseph, were the first-born grandchildren on my mom's side. It's funny how twins have their own "twin language," using the same words, phrases, etc. When they were little, they dubbed our grandparents "Bumma and Bumpa."

It's common for grandchildren to decide what they want to refer to these special people in their lives, their parents parents, as. Whether the names be MawMaw and PawPaw (what we called my dad's parents), Grandma and Grandpa, among many other possible names. From what I've seen, the names usually stick with future grandchildren. Even now that my siblings, cousins, and I are mostly grown, we all lovingly call her our Bumma. :)

Yesterday, some of my family and I were discussing this very topic. And the thought again popped into my mind... Lily is the first-born grandchild. She should have already decided upon my mom and dad's names as grandparents. We shouldn't be wondering now what they'll be called. But instead, my niece will be the one to decide what to call them.

Obviously nobody intends this to hurt me and it's not like any of us have any say otherwise. We don't know what Lily would have called them because she's not here.

But that's exactly why it does hurt so much. Here is yet another thing I'm missing with her.

It reminds me of a quote I just read this week that says, "This is the thing that many people outside of your grief cannot understand.. You have not simply lost one person at one point in time. You have lost their presence in every aspect of your life." -Megan Devine

Every aspect of what could have been had her perfect heart kept beating is forever changed.

Lily and her grandmother
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Auntie Birthdays

Both of Lily's amazing aunties recently celebrated their birthdays. :)

Happy Birthday to my sister, Emmaline, who turned 22 on May 19th. I love you with all my heart, Bub, and thanks for giving me the cherished status of being "sisters."



And Happy Birthday to my sister-in-law, Kala, who turned 31 on June 7th. We were saying it's her 29th because when she actually was 29, I took it harder than she did and kept saying all year how I couldn't believe she was almost 30 haha. She says I took 29 away from her, so she can have it this year. ;)


And here's a picture of us 3 sisters together. :)


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Monday, June 6, 2016

Across Many Miles

One of the greatest gifts of having my blog over the last almost 7 years (hard to believe it's been that long!) has been the friendships the Lord has brought into my life through it.

Some of the women I treasure, I met because of my little space on the Internet. They are women of all different ages, with different stories, from across the world. It is incredible how the Lord weaves our stories and lives together. I haven't even met some of my dearest friends "in person," but when you relate on the deepest levels because of shared similar experiences, it's as if you've known that person always. When your hearts connect, it doesn't matter the number of miles between you.

I have one sweet friend named Suzie who lives in Scotland who is around my age and one chapter of her life is similar to a chapter of my life. The Lord led her to my blog about 3 years ago and I count it a huge blessing that my words have been used to make her feel a little more understood. We corresponded online for a while and then she asked if I'd like to be pen-pals... Umm, pen-pals with an awesome young woman who happens to live in Scotland... yes, please! :) She sent me a long letter and lovely package a couple months ago.


Last week, I got the opportunity to write her back, after being quite busy over the last few weeks (my graduating and my niece being born might have a little something to do with that). My letter was a whopping 16 PAGES! It is therapeutic and healing to write out my heart, to sort through things long buried, to ask for prayer and to pray for, to encourage and be encouraged.

Then I have a friend named Tina in New York, whose precious baby daughter, also named Lilly, was stillborn at fullterm a couple years ago in June. The Lord led her to my blog shortly after her daughter's birth and death. I have been richly blessed by her comments and emails over the last 2 years. And just this weekend, we spoke on the phone for the first time and talked a total of 8 HOURS, until 3 a.m.! Yes, you read that correctly haha. It worked out because I was home alone and didn't have anything I needed to do. It was time well spent. There are some people you never run out of meaningful things to discuss. Tina is 20 years older than me and has much wisdom to speak into my life.

After writing a 16 page letter and talking on the phone for 8 hours over the past few days, I feel lighter. I feel loved and understood by those walking similar paths. I feel uplifted. And I am ever so thankful to my Jesus for knitting my life together with these remarkable women who have hearts so passionate for Him. They help me in my grief, and also in my walk with the Lord. I hope to one day meet them face-to-face.

These are just two of the friends I have met, two of the sisters in Christ and in love and loss. The many miles are no barrier to the Lord. :)

And then there are other people who perhaps I haven't personally connected with, but that I know have read some of my words. A gal I met in Colorado who is from Canada recently told me how her cousin who had a miscarriage read my blog and shared a link to one of my posts on Facebook and she told her she knew me! A friend in another state told me a friend of hers reads my blog and sent it to her, thinking she might be interested in reading it, and she told her she already does. Another young woman who lost her baby son told me that her mom read my blog while she was carrying her sister, who was born shortly after Lily. Her mom told her about my blog, not knowing that her own daughter would lose her baby just a few years later. Aren't these stories crazy?! What a small world and a big God. Another gal told me my being open about my story has helped her have more compassion and understanding for someone she knows whose chosen abortion. I feel so inadequate and like I have nothing special to say, yet for some reason the Lord still chooses to bring people here. He really can use anyone if He can use lil' ol' me.

I will meet many people or run into people from my past who tell me they follow along with my posts. Honestly, it can make me feel extremely vulnerable at first when someone tells me this! I can know next to nothing about them, and yet they've read the depths of my heart. What am I supposed to say? haha But that is how I believe God has made me, to share my story in this way. And it is constantly humbling me and making me realize what an honor and responsibility it is to be obedient to the Lord in this calling.

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Lily Remembered in Scotland

Lily's cousin Owen's grandmother is still traveling and wrote her name in the sand in Scotland at Ayr Sea Front. This is the Atlantic Ocean. Love! :) 


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