When I saw this photo on unsplash.com, I was filled with a surge of emotion that is inexplicable. It took my heart to a topic that has found residence in me over the past few years.
Truth be told, until the day I birthed a child, I could have died any day and been fine with it. I wasn’t suicidal or reckless, but I felt no inhibitions to chase after life. While I do struggle with anxiety, I had a solid spiritual confidence with no fear of the end of life, and I was ready to meet my Savior if that time ever came. I still hold that confidence, but when my son was born, I instantaneously felt a tether to this world like never before.
I love my step daughters but coming into their lives later in the game, and having been raised by their dad, I didn’t really feel they needed me, at least not like the helpless baby I held in my hands for the first time on January 26, 2011 at 9:02am. It was a reason to live like nothing I had ever felt.
I love my step daughters but coming into their lives later in the game, and having been raised by their dad, I didn’t really feel they needed me, at least not like the helpless baby I held in my hands for the first time on January 26, 2011 at 9:02am. It was a reason to live like nothing I had ever felt.
Now, after birthing two kids, that calling to be here on earth, to walk the journey with them, is stronger than I have ever felt or imagined. I am well aware I do not get a choice in the number of days I spend on earth. That is a God decision and I must trust him no matter what. But those are weighty words. Its one thing to say them (or write them as the case may be) and another to walk them. The other side of this coin is the thought of losing one of my children.
I’ve never held my own child, then felt the loss of that life. I have experienced loss, in abortion, years of infertility and miscarriage. Those loses were real and I still walk out some of the grieve of those occurrences today, but I cannot fathom the loss of a child who I have held and raised. To know someone by name and to watch their personality dance before you each day, then be without them anymore, is something that hurts me in an empathetic place beyond explanation. As a woman in ministry, I have walked with people who have had to live this tragedy in real life.
It is this emotion that fills my heart when I look at the empty swing. I see what should have been, what was and is no more. I see loss and grief staring at me through the absence of a child on the swing. It reminds me to pray for those who have experienced this pain. It reminds me to treasure what I do have and to see the beauty in each day, even when marriage and motherhood seem tiring and mundane. We only get one shot at this life and we must cherish it. We never know what tomorrow holds, we are only given today. '
As I end this post, I wish to write some names that I remember, names of children who left us too early.
I remember...
Jaxson
Justin
David
Sydney
Lauren
Daniel
Tyler
Danielle
Tanner
"Lord, teach us to laugh, but don't let us forget we cried." - Bill Wilson
I’ve never held my own child, then felt the loss of that life. I have experienced loss, in abortion, years of infertility and miscarriage. Those loses were real and I still walk out some of the grieve of those occurrences today, but I cannot fathom the loss of a child who I have held and raised. To know someone by name and to watch their personality dance before you each day, then be without them anymore, is something that hurts me in an empathetic place beyond explanation. As a woman in ministry, I have walked with people who have had to live this tragedy in real life.
It is this emotion that fills my heart when I look at the empty swing. I see what should have been, what was and is no more. I see loss and grief staring at me through the absence of a child on the swing. It reminds me to pray for those who have experienced this pain. It reminds me to treasure what I do have and to see the beauty in each day, even when marriage and motherhood seem tiring and mundane. We only get one shot at this life and we must cherish it. We never know what tomorrow holds, we are only given today. '
As I end this post, I wish to write some names that I remember, names of children who left us too early.
I remember...
Jaxson
Justin
David
Sydney
Lauren
Daniel
Tyler
Danielle
Tanner
"Lord, teach us to laugh, but don't let us forget we cried." - Bill Wilson
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