This blog post is not going to be my typical style of post.
I guess I am going to be a little vulnerable today and share with you what is on my heart. My heart is full of mixed emotions and thoughts, so you may want to grab a cup of coffee or, in my case, a Pepsi, because this may take a while.
A friend on facebook shared a link to a blog that I finally had enough courage to start reading. Carinda, from Following Closely, shares her story. At this point in her life the story is this: She and her husband have 3 girls, and 8 months ago adopted an 11-year-old boy from the Ukraine. A week ago her precious son had flu symptoms, decided to take a shower, and while in the shower he died. He had had a bicycle accident a day or two previously and, unknown to them, ruptured his duodenum (where the stomach connects to the small intestine).
I read her blog as she shared her family’s struggles with the unexpected tragedy. Her heart is broken, but if you read her blog her faith never waivers. She holds strong to her passion for God. Her faith is incredible and very solid.
My husband and I have been blessed with 3 boys, and I might add, they are ALL BOY! Today I woke at 4 a.m. thinking of this family that just lost their son. I decided to get up and spend time talking to my God and praying for the Kerr family. Through tears, I poured my heart, my struggles, my worries, and my concerns to Him.
Then I ended my quiet time with thanking Him and focusing on what I have been blessed with. Although it is not a mansion and still needs a lot of work, our house is paid for. My boys are healthy. They have a Pa and Memo who adore them, as well as aunts, uncles and cousins that like to spend time with them.
My husband has a job, is faithful to me, is the best daddy in the world, and loves to spend time with his boys. He never leaves the house or hangs up the phone without telling me he loves me.
I have a step granddaughter that makes me laugh. She always changes my washer settings and I don’t figure it out until after a load runs. She makes my heart dance when I hear her call me Grammie Chel, and she has a laugh that is sweet music to my ears.
After trying to pull myself together, I decided to do some cleaning. As I was trying to get sticker glue off my refrigerator while wondering why the boys insist on putting stickers on the fridge, I started thinking.
If I lost my son, would sticker glue be a big deal? I would want my refrigerator covered in sticker glue. If I had lost my son, I would long for the toy cars all over the floor, muddy boots by the door after exploring in the creek, loud boy noises from daybreak until sunset, and hearing “Mommy, can we play a game?” when I feel I have 1,000 other things I need to do. I would long for the finger prints on my freshly cleaned windows, construction vehicles in my plant dirt, and “Mama, don’t you think ice cream for breakfast would be fun?”. I would long for crayfish in my sink and the giggles as they try to scare me by putting rubber bugs on my pillow.
I need to stop and think. If I lost my son tomorrow, would what I am about to get upset over and lose my temper about today be worth it?
I need to focus on the things that matter, the things and people who will help shape and mold my boys into who they will become and how they will care for others. Not dwell on the pesky things that happen because I have 3 very busy boys.
What if it was your husband you lost quickly without warning? Would the last words you said to each other comfort you or tear your heart out? When your marriage gets hard, don’t give up. Get out dating pictures, wedding images, and letters. Remember why you first fell in love and started on the journey of life together. Does it matter if you don’t care for his shirt or he doesn’t vacuum like you do?
My husband’s family just lost a relative without warning. He was in his middle 50″s. He was a husband, dad, grandpa, uncle, cousin and friend. He was expected to be here tomorrow. My hope for his family is that the last words exchanged with his wife and kids were healthy and uplifting. That the last memory his wife has of him is a smile on his face after he said,”I love you.”
I mentioned earlier that during my quiet time, through tears, I poured my heart out to God. Asking His forgiveness for taking so many blessings for granted. Asking for His help when I struggle to be the wife and mom He meant for me to be and fall short. Asking for His help when I worry about my business or it consumes me, and my family is put on the back burner. Asking Him to help me set my priorities when I get more concerned about what people think of me rather than what God thinks of me.
I have such a sadness for the Kerr family, even though I don’t know them. You see, my husband and I lost a son. His name was Seth. Although we did not have our son for 8 months, I carried him for 18 weeks. We never interacted with him, never heard him laugh, cry or say,”I love you” We did, however, hold his little 6 inch perfect body in our hands, talk to him, and say goodbye. I can’t imagine the feelings Carinda and her family are dealing with now.
I am thankful that the faithfulness and love that Carinda openly shares about her relationship with God has given me the desire to evaluate my own life and the things that are important to me.
Thanks for listening so long. I hope you are encouraged enough to play a game with your kids or put a love note in your husband’s lunch box or briefcase. Count your blessings and go love your family.































































































































































































