I want to share something with you that God has been teaching me through these tough times:
We are, none of us, alone, and we are not the only ones to have dealt with our circumstances.
The bond of Christian brotherhood is stronger than I knew it could be. It reaches across miles, ages, backgrounds, nationalities, circumstances, and any other possible barrier you can think of. Over the last few months, a steady stream of fellow believers have been reaching out to our family. Some of these are family or close friends, but many are people who are merely acquaintances or even friends of friends of friends that we've never met at all. But without knowing very much at all about each other, we know we share the most important thing--the love of Christ and belief in salvation only through Him. That proves to be a sure foundation upon which we strangers can meet and never feel as if we're out of place. It gives us confidence to be vulnerable with each other, to share our thoughts, griefs, pains, concerns, prayers, love, etc. It draws a Christian on one side of the country to donate money to help the adoption process of a family on the other, a family they will likely never meet. It draws the mothers of my friends and my mother's friends and my past friends and even my future friends to rally around us in prayer and support.
I've spoken thus far about love among Christians, but let me turn now and share of God's common grace among non-Christians as well. God gives even those who do not know Him the ability to love others. While there is less of a sure foundation, for we do not base our lives on the same principles and truths, there is still room for us to meet and to love one another. We meet in our shared humanity, in our shared experiences, and God uses these to reveal Himself to us all, those who acknowledge Him and those who don't. It's my prayer that He would use this to draw these others to Himself as well.
Now to the second part of the above lesson: We are not the first or only to have gone through hard times. Though each life is a unique combination of trials, tribulations, joys, pains, accomplishments, etc., each individual experience is rarely if ever unique within humanity as a whole. What I mean is that while there are few others who found out so late about their child's illness, even fewer still with skeletal dysplasia, fewer still of the type that Ian has, there are yet many who have journeyed through a pregnancy in which they knew they would most likely lose their little one shortly after birth. There are many more still who didn't know until it happened. We can cast wider or smaller nets, but either way we find that we are not the first or only to have dealt with these emotions or these circumstances.
This is a strange thing to promote as a good. Wouldn't it be better if Ian were the only one ever to have gone through this? In a way, I suppose it would. In another sense, this shared experience helps us to be humble and not to indulge in self-seeking or self-centeredness. It also helps us to lean on others who have gone before. It helps us to do some of the very things I was talking about above, to bond based on our shared experiences, to love each other through our very tears.
I can't tell you how many stories I've heard from others since we began to share our story with our worlds. There are so many who have endured the loss of a little one through still births or miscarriages or shortly lived lives. There are many others who were able to raise their children but found out that it would take extra effort because of an unforeseen condition.
I share this for two reasons. The first is that I hope you will know if you ever are in difficult times that there is hope and understanding out there, probably closer than you think. The second is that I want to remind those of you who are not currently enduring something to look around at the people in your life, for one of them may need the wisdom and understanding you gleaned from your last trials.
Not only are we not alone and not the only, we won't be the last to endure such trials. I hope that I can take the lessons I've learned, the love I've been given from others who have come alongside me and those who've traveled this road before, and use them to help others that may cross my path in the future.
May God redeem the pain of those who have traveled before through their helping us, and may He redeem our pain as we use it to help others in the future as well.
2 comments:
Jen, I just found out about this today and read all your posts so far. I am so sorry for you and Daniel and Ian, yet so encouraged by the grace overflowing in your words. Today marks the one-year anniversary of my younger sister Amy's death, and we did indeed find it to be so comforting to share our grief with others who have tasted both of the grief and the hope that God so faithfully gives in the midst of it. I will be praying for you all in the coming weeks.
~Laura Trimble
Jennifer.....my name is Jim, and I am friends with Meghan and Dan at church in Maryland. My wife, Gina, and I lost a twin baby 23 years ago. We named her Jennifer. She had anencephaly, which is no brain. She was fully formed with 10 fingers and 10 toes; but, her head was flat above the eyes and ears. Her spinal cord did not fully form. We did not start respiration when she was born because we knew there was no hope of her surviving. I was able to hold her until her heart stopped. Her twin brother David was just fine. Our story is long; but, suffice it to say, I would not trade those 15 or 20 minutes of holding her for anything. It still makes me tear up when I speak of our Jennifer. We knew for 3 months that we were going to lose her. Many reached out to us; but, few really knew what we were in for. A former Sunday school teacher, who was a Navy doctor, had delivered several babies with this issue, and he gave us a good description of what to expect. If we did not see her, we would always wonder what she looked like; but, if we did see her, we would never forget. We decided to see and hold her, and it was indescribably wonderful. We felt that giving her a name and a memorial service would show honor and respect to her. We did have a healing service before the delivery, with our pastor and some close friends. Bottom line....we believe God heard our plea for a miracle, and the answer was no. We were good with that, but, we still wonder what she would have been like. Our son, David, went to visit her grave for the first time, on his birthday, Sept. 24th, last year. He has decided he wants to go into the ministry. My wife, Gina, and I praise God for this. We believe that God sent Jennifer to us for a reason, perhaps many reasons. For me, it has helped me value others, especially our other 3 children, more than I might otherwise. It has shown me that indeed we can get through tough situations like these. God heard our prayers and pleas for healing, and we trust that he knew what he was about to allow to happen. Life is not fair, and with Jesus’ help we can weather the difficult times. And, we can reach out to others that are in a similar situation. We had 2 couples who inspired us. One lost a 14 year old daughter to suicide, and they survived. The other couple lost their baby to fetal death at 5 months. She had to carry the baby for a month before having labor induced due to a heart problem that she had. One of our closest friends said that “we could probably have another child”, trying to comfort us. He did not realize that we wanted Jennifer, not a replacement. We came to understand that he meant well, but, just did not quite understand what he said. He is still one of my closest friends, and I know that he wanted to comfort us. During those 3 months before Jennifer was born, my emotions were completely turned off. I simply did not know how to help and support my wife. But, when Jennifer was put into my arms, the flood gates opened, and I wept almost uncontrollably. And, I still do, when I think of her. We’ll meet her someday, I know. One other special thing: the ladies at Redland, our church, gave my wife a shower. They were just totally confused on how to approach Gina. They just did not know what to say to her. But, one lady really understood things, and she gave us two cards: one with congratulations on the pending birth of David, and a second with condolences on the death of our other baby. This was incredibly comforting to my wife. I could fill several pages with other stories of seeing God’s hand over those months. But, the bottom line is that we know your pain, because we have lived it. We survived it, and I believe are better for it. Gina and I take comfort in each other. This drew us closer together. And, we believe strongly that God had his hand in it for our benefit. Just to share with you is a blessing to us. For you and Daniel to benefit from our pain and experiences, and to find strength is a blessing to us.
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