Nurses Week

It feels like years have gone by since Noah passed away. It really feels like forever. Being back in Ft. Worth reminded me that we really did have a son, I really did live in Ft Worth for 5 months, Noah really did live his entire life in a hospital and finally it reminded me that God has blessed me beyond measure with some amazing friends because of it all. God placed some awesome people in our life through Cook Children's Medical Center and I am forever thankful. Being back in FW didn't make me feel sad or weird, but it did sting a bit. Mainly because I didn't have this overwhelming burden upon me. Noah was not ever a burden to me, just the heaviness of a severely sick child was burdening on my heart and mind. Every time someone would try to take us to dinner or we would go out and try to relax or take our minds off things, I couldn't ever get my mind off of it all and I would feel so guilty for leaving the hospital. I remember the sad Sunday afternoons of saying goodbye to Nick and Ava. There were so many things that were different this trip. Going to the hospital was so great and we were able to say hi to some staff and thank them again.  At the same time, I was able to walk out without leaving my baby boy in there. I know he's perfect and whole now. We have been so incredibly blessed by the grace and friendship of our sweet nurses and doctors. God truly has used them to help me in this process since we said "see ya later" to Noah. The care and concern they show me is irreplaceable and they are some of the ones that actually understand parts of the journey in ways no one else does. There are so many doubts and questions that continue to run through my mind here and there. Sometimes I wonder if we did everything we could, if we made the right decisions, if we pushed things or didn't push things enough. I know the enemy wants me to sit and doubt and question because it makes God seem incapable, uncaring and distant. I know that is not the truth. I know that the doctors we had there treated Noah as if he were their own child and I cannot imagine it any other way. I'm thankful. I suppose that going back to Ft Worth might have been the reason I had such a rough day yesterday, but I also know that the bad days just show up sometimes without a reason at all. When I get to missing Noah more I get unfocused, selfish and whiny. I know some people would say I get a free pass on those days, and maybe that's true, but I don't think it is a good habit to get in and I have to truly look at my faith, my heart and my application of the Word in my life when the bad days come. The bad days will not stop coming, for the rest of my life I will have bad days of missing my son. They will get further between, but they will not go away. I have to ask God now to help train me to use those bad days for His good and not wallow in a hole of self pity and dispair. Don't get me wrong, I let it out and cry and be sad. I don't need to be reminded that I need to not bottle it all in. haha. I really do get my emotion and sadness out. I just realized yesterday that being rude to my husband, snapping at my daughter and telling myself I am worthless and lazy doesn't bring glory to God nor does it bring Noah back. None of my pity parties will ever bring him back, but when I find ways to serve the Lord, I do feel closer to him.

A month or so before we found out we were pregnant, our worship leader, Debbie, had me learn a song called, "You Are Faithful". Matt Chandler, pastor of The Village Church in DFW was going through a severe illness and his wife Lauren wrote this worship song during their trials. It spoke to me heavily as I learned it, not even realizing just how big of an impact that song would have down the road. I've blogged about it before. The song is powerful and has a huge message, in such a simple format. I love it. The song became Noah and I's lullaby of sorts. I always hummed it or sang it to him to help calm him down, or just as we snuggled in the chair. The day we gave Noah back to the Lord, we held him and held him. I'll never forget that room, the way the chair was set up next to all the machines and stuff. The chaplain, one of the most honest and trustworthy doctors I've ever met, Nick, myself and Noah were all in the room, waiting. I don't think any of us really felt that it would be a long process for Noah to go home, yet we waited and waited. I decided I would hum our song. I hummed and sort of sang, through a broken and crackly voice as he calmly laid in my lap. Nick and I would take turns holding him and loving on him. No breathing machine, no noise, just us. I suppose that was one of the most holy times of worship for us. There is nothing like being in a room where Jesus is present. I remember when my Mimi passed away, I physically felt Jesus in the room. You could cut the peace and assurance with a knife. It was much the same way with Noah. The song You Are Faithful came on my ipod last night while I was cooking dinner. Nick and Ava were at the store and so it was just me. I had one of those moments because I have purposely not played that song for over 2 months now. I have not heard that song, since I heard it play in noah's room that day. It came on and after the last line was sung, it was like a newness came over me, after a day of complete frustration and emotion, I just had this moment where God said, "I am faithful, I am gracious, I alone am God". (such a beautiful and simple chorus)
I suppose I could have slept at the hospital every night, never left his room, never go outside, etc etc. I could have neglected all others to be with him every second, but I realize now that God has always had him in his hands and that every time I was away from him, he was taken care of by some of the most precious people I've ever known. There was a nurse I could get mad with. She let me complain, be mad, cuss when needed (yes i know). I could hate and question, lay it out plainly and she would encourage me and remind me that I was doing the best I could and was the best mom for Noah. Thank you. There were times, sometimes late in the night, when a few of the nurses and I would visit about their kids, they helped take my mind off of things. They would share their lives with me. There was a goofball nurse who would always make me laugh. He and Noah were quite the pair. Such buds. There were nurses who called on their day off, to check on Noah, especially near the end. Even the respiratory people and child life staff would treat me like one of the family.  There were even times when I would realize that I had an entire conversation about the Lord, his sovereignty, plan and care for Noah, the gospel, medicine/faith issues, with one of his physicians. There were moments when I was told, by a physician that Noah was being prayed for at the kitchen table, that he was being talked about to their kids, that a spouse was praying as well. When I tell you Noah had special care, I  mean it. I will never be able to thank those special people enough. Remembering those things helps mend my heart.

I can't live in guilt, I can't live in the past. As I learn how life looks after Noah, part of it looks very bright because the people who knew him like I did, are still in my life. There are many things ahead that will be wonderful even though Noah isn't here with us. There are opportunities to share Christ, make Him known, change lives, touch lives, and help other families who's little heart babies are here on earth and need care. The more I live in the what ifs and whys I cannot make a difference in the now and future.
I guess the trip to FW was bittersweet, but mostly it was another stitch in the mending process. I know not everyone is as blessed as us to have such amazing people and relationships as we have had. I also know that not everyone has the support system we do.
So, if I seem just a bit obsessed with "noah's staff" it's because knowing them and getting to love on them, keeps me serving, loving, hopeful and moving forward, not stuck in the past or in a pit. I look forward to seeing all that God does in the future, especially at Cook Children's Medical Center and how we will be involved.

So, today has been a new day. Productive, happy, blessed and calm. New mercies are available. His grace is sufficient. Thanks to God's faithfulness, graciousness and sovereignty, Noah is whole and home, and I am not lacking in anything.

Psalm 63:3 - Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.

Thanks and love,
shaina

So, happy nurses week to my friends, now family. love to y'all, always. 

He Makes A Way

I remember January pretty well...sometimes life in ft worth seems like one big blur. Other times I can pick out days of the journey like they were yesterday. This particular day in January was one that we thought was going to be one of our last days in Ft. Worth. We didn't know if Noah was going to make it through the night. We stayed in his NICU room (tiny but private at least) he had a TON of machines and meds hooked up to him. Just a week or so before he was down to .5 liters of O2, and was at full feeds and doing well. This turn was a quick one and we were praying for him to make it to the OR, on top of that, to come through surgery (again). We decided to get some fresh air. I had just read the book, The Circle Maker. It is a good book. Read it. It discusses prayer and praying in faith, for long periods of time, for heavy issues, for all sorts of reasons, etc. It inspired me to pray deeper for healing for Noah. I asked nick if we could walk laps around the hospital. Circles you could say. We got through the first lap pretty easy and I said, "lets walk around the hospital 7 times, like Jericho" Nick would do anything for me during this whole journey with noah, so he agreed and we continued. We talked, we prayed, we talked some more. I remember it like yesterday. I realized I had walked out of the hospital in my slippers and was too stubborn to go get my shoes while we had already walked 3 of 7 laps and I wasn't going to stop. I had blisters the next day, but I was glad. I felt something in the midst of the numbness. We talked about life on either side of Noah "making it or not". We talked about how life would look, how we would cope, the things we would deal with, either way, the life ahead without Noah here and the medical lifestyle behind us, or with Noah and alllll we would endure throughout life with him here. It was a hard hard talk. We talked about Noah dying. We tried so hard not to say, that he was going to die with certainty, because we were walking and praying in complete faith that God was going to heal our son on earth. At the same time, we knew the severity of Noah's condition and how hard death was knocking on the door. I hated talking about it. Please hear me when I tell you that I never once wanted my son to die. In that same breath, I remember feeling an ease and a relief I had never felt since the day we found out about Noah's condition while he was still in my womb. I don't want to sound cold, I want to testify to God's abundant outpouring of provision for me, mentally and spiritually. I didn't know if Noah was going to make it through the night, much less another month. Nick and I grew in that hour or so walk. Those 7 laps took us to a level in our relationship that some couples never get to. To talk openly about your child's possible death is not something couples usually chat about. It was a cold day. It was uncomfortably cold. It hurt to walk into the wind when we turned the corner on to the front of the hospital's main drive. It was nice to walk between the two hospitals where the wind was blocked. We laughed because I didn't want to walk across the grates in the sidewalk. I always walked around...nick finally got me walking over them by lap 6. I remember it beginning to sprinkle, but we didn't stop. We kept going. Laps 5, 6 and 7 were hard, but we did it. We figured it was a couple miles or so...not a long distance I suppose. In slippers, it seemed much longer. In retrospect, it was a prophetic walk...I see how God worked through that walk. I know without that talk, Nick and I would not have been prepared for any of what was to come. When the time came to give Noah back to the Lord, forever, we had an empowerment only from Him. When it came time to discuss final plans for Noah's burial, services, etc. We had discussed it. We didn't feel like we had to dance around the issues at hand, because we had taken God's hand that he extended down to us one Sunday afternoon on a long walk. I look back and sometimes I feel guilty for even talking about Noah dying before he did, because he got through that surgery amazingly. He recovered from that surgery pretty well. Not fully. He fought for another month. We thought we had discussed it all for nothing, but we were glad we had talked about it and had gotten to a place together that we didn't think we'd ever have to go to. We were thankful that we have such an open relationship that we can talk about anything. We felt relief that our son made it through this "valley of shadow of death". we then moved to talking about a medical lifestyle, how Ava would have to not go to public preschool for health reasons, how the house would have to be adjusted, how our life as we knew it would be different because we would have a "heart baby". We got excited about the future, even with all the hardships ahead and felt proud that we trusted God enough to talk about how we would trust him and walk with him, even if noah died. Yet, he was gracious to us and let us keep Noah here.

Then February 22 came. All the discussions we had in January came rushing in. The fact that we had talked about it all prior, gave us the freedom to just let God handle things and allowed us to just soak Noah up for all we were worth. I remember being able to ask hard questions that day, because God empowered us to ask them. Everything we went through for those few weeks in February were the hardest things I've ever experienced.

I remember telling Nick at some point probably between lap 4 and 5, that if Noah died, we would be ok. Somehow, some way, we would be ok. God would provide a way for us to find a new normal and a joy in the midst of the sorrow, etc. I probably had the ability to even say those things because I didn't think I'd need to ever go there in my mind or in my life. Or maybe I could say those things because God was preparing the way, loving me so much to give my mind cushion and grace prior to the pain.

Why my son Lord? Why in February instead of January? Why after such improvement? Why at all?
Why would Nick and I walk 7 laps around a fairly large hospital in 40 degree weather, while it sprinkled on us, in slippers, in faith, begging and pleading for His life, for life with him, all to be denied that life....
Why why? Why give us relief that ended up feeling like a trick?

God's ways truly are mysterious, but they are right. They are true. They are solid. I will never actually know why God allowed me to carry a son for 9 months, touch him for 5 and then spend a lifetime loving him from here. This walk has been one that God has been preparing me for my entire life. I don't know why He chose Nick and myself to parent a baby long enough to fall deeply in love with him, only to give Him back. I don't know. I don't know why children die before their parents. I don't know why God allows things to happen the way he does. I DO know that he knows best. Even when I can't understand, when I actually can't wrap my tiny brain around a thing in the world, He doesn't have to make sense to make disciples. In fact, it seems to me that he usually doesn't make sense. Faith tends to not make sense of anything, but it makes it through.

He has never made sense. The gospel doesn't make sense. Why would anyone, God in particular, become human, die a death he didn't deserve, all to save a people who didn't defend him....the list could go on and on. God doesn't always make sense, but he always makes a way. He always always makes a way.
Sin in the garden. Death on a Friday. He made a way.
Friday death. Sunday risen. He made a way.
Scared stiff in my bed, last May. Sharing my heart, freely, the next May. He made a way.
It's been a little over 2 months since Noah died. He makes a way.
I still sleep with Noah's blankee. He makes a way.
Ava is almost 2 years old. She was 15 months when this all started in September. He has made a way for her.
We've gotten into a fairly "normal" routine of life again. He makes a way.
Many people have been touched and changed by Noah and his story. He makes a way.
I have been able to know God on a level far deeper than I ever imagined. He makes a way.
I have lifelong friends who will always connect me to my son in a way I cannot explain. He makes a way.
There is a whole world of ministry ahead for parents, moms, family members, etc who love and know heart babies. He makes a way.
Ava calls all her babies "bubby". He makes a way.
Ava knows that Bubby is with Jesus and Jesus and Bubby are in heaven. Ask her. She'll tell you. He makes a way. PRAISE GOD he made that way for us to be with him again.

There is always something to be thankful for. He makes a way.

God doesn't always make sense, but he always makes a way.

I'm letting Him make my way through this life I now know. This life stings a lot. This life without my baby boy is not easy. It isn't the way I wanted it to go. This life is good though. It is what we make of it. I don't know what it will feel like to walk into Cook Children's Medical Center on Saturday, but I know it will remind me that what we went through really happened, that Noah really lived and breathed and made a mark on many people's lives. The sting of walking into that hospital and not getting to touch my baby will happen. I can guarantee it, but the joy of seeing, catching up with, hugging on and thanking the CICU team will be sweet medicine for my heart. They knew my son as well if not better than me sometimes. Getting to enter Noah's world again, means that Noah happened. Sometimes being in this world, at home again, it feels like Noah is just a dream.

He makes a way. He is good. I can't always see his way clearly, but I can always trust His character.
I miss my baby. I miss everything about him. I hate that I have no new pictures to show, stories to tell, or milestones to celebrate, but I am thankful for all that came about because of Noah and how my life will never be the same.

" A voice cried in the wilderness, prepare the way of the Lord" Isaiah 40:3

Let Him make your way,
Noah's mommy

Permission

Where to start? The last few weeks have been a bit up and down for me. I have had a few terrible days and a lot of decent days, even some great days. I suppose I have been struggling with "figuring out" what life looks like from here. When will life feel right? Will it ever feel right again? I've come to a place where "why" is the only question. I understand he is good. I know he is sovereign. I can even accept his control and his decisions and plans for our family and my life personally. I don't even really need an explanation or a big answer from God as to why. Why anything. Of course, my why questions vary daily, sometimes by the moment. Why death? Why 5 months? Why MY son? Why heart defect? Why is it that now, every day of my life will have a hole in it? Why is it that every time I see someone else holding their baby, complaining about night feedings, struggling with  normal daily baby issues that I just want to shake them and say, "YOU GET TO HAVE YOUR BABY HERE WITH YOU". Stop complaining, be grateful. I tend to fall back on deep grace and pray through those times of struggle, for myself mainly, but for those struggling mommies to just take a breath and soak up their child. I also see another side of it that I find myself trying to remember the struggle and pain that my baby endured, daily. I still come across facebook pages and "pray for so and so" links so often and I hurt for these kids, the parents and the families of these sick kids. I know how it is to not be able to "fix it", to "kiss it better", to just be able to give their kid some Tylenol and it make them well. I know what it's like to plead and beg and cry out to God to heal my child. I know how it feels to be away from all things normal, my spouse, my other child, my support and cling to my faith for every single breath. I know how that desert feels and it is hard. It hurts. It is scary. It is draining. I know that there would be just as much struggle and fight in our life, even if Noah was alive. With hospital stays, more surgeries, heart caths, possible transplant, continuous doctor visits, appts, medicines, etc etc.So I know either way, life has its struggle and its thorns. I choose to believe that God's goodness was showered over Noah and that he relieved him from this fallen world where heart defects happen and children are born sick. 
The fall of man has everything to do with my why question. Why Noah? Why sick kids, ever? Why childrens' hospitals? Why heart defects? Why do children die? Why do 5 month old babies die? Why do I have to deal with pain, every. single. day. of. my. life. Why Lord? Why oh why oh why is this our reality? Because man chose to sin. Sin has allowed our world to have pain, sickness, and death. (in our minds, death that is too soon) The fall of man began a slow and very painful existence here on earth. I mean, yes, we have blessed and good lives, don't get me wrong, but look around. Babies are being killed, before they even have a chance to live in the world, babies are born with broken hearts, ailing bodies. Mommies and Daddies have to bury their little ones. Sisters and brothers have to learn to sacrifice so much for their sick sibling. Families move closer to medical centers to be near their doctors, people spend months and months away from their homes to find help for their little ones. There are things like Ronald McDonald Houses, home health care for children, rehab facilities for children, etc etc. HEAR ME when I say that I have only one answer today for my why questions. There, I'm sure, are many other theological answers for my why, but the only one that matters to me today and will help me sleep tonight is this. 

His grace is sufficient. 

You see, all this fallen world shows us is hardship, death, bitterness, sadness, tyranny and abuse. This world is full of sin, anger, hurt and rage. Whether you have a child who is sick and will struggle their whole life with that ailment or if your sweet, precious little one has gone to heaven, HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT. Whether sin has ravaged your family through and through, if you feel as though your body, mind and soul have been abused from day one and there is no way you are material to be loved, or if you just flat out wish you didn't have to get up tomorrow, HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT. From the deepest of sins, the heaviness of betrayal, the longing for a child you cannot even bear. HIS GRACE, HIS GRACE. I do not know how to counsel most or any of your heart's issues or needs. I do not even know how to get through my own pain and struggles a lot of the time, but I do know that His grace is sufficient for EVEN ME. His power is made perfect in, EVEN MY WEAKNESS. Do you realize that he died for each and every situation that we could possibly face because of a fallen world? He bore that on his person. He died to provide a way. His rose again to defeat death, sickness, illness and struggle; not here on earth, but for us to join Him in glory. Soak it in.

So, here I am, just begging God for grace because right now all I want to do is hold my baby. All I want to do is stay up all night and rock him. All I want to do is post pictures and brag on all the sweet things he is doing and all the new milestones he is making. His grace covers me. In the moments when I don't feel like I can cry anymore and there I go crying some more, he's there. When I wonder why I had to be the mommy with a "broken one", with a child who's heart never worked right? When I ask God why I have to live every single day with a pain that is so deep and gets deeper every passing day, he simply responds with, 

My grace. My grace. My grace is sufficient. My grace is sufficient. For even you. Dear one, for even you. Especially you. 

I have had some realizations lately that grace comes in various forms. Grace in my pain doesn't mean that I don't cry or that I don't miss him as much each day or that I can just smile my way through the rest of life. Grace doesn't even mean that this will EVER get easier. What grace in this season of why means that I can find the joy in the mundane. I can rejoice when others are blessed with new little lives. Grace is when I find myself crying at a random moment and my precious little girl crawls up in my lap and says, "mommy mommy" and hugs me tight. Grace is when my husband brings home a bouquet of flowers because he knew without me saying a word that I was struggling that day. Grace is when someone I have never met messages me and tells me what an amazing son I had and how much he helped to change their life. Grace is becoming so lost in worship with my church family that I can actually feel the presence of God and almost reach out and hold my son as I know he is worshiping with us. Grace is when I stop by our church office at least once a week just to be loved on and visit. Grace is when I workout even though I don't want to because I want to better myself for the Lord and I am finally obeying Him in parts of my life I have not been obedient in before. Grace is asking Ava what her baby doll's name is and her replying with, "bubby". Grace is when I curl up in bed and just sob, but as soon as I lay my head on Noah's blanket a calm rushes over me and I go straight to sleep. Grace is laughing for hours with three silly kids on a trampoline on a gorgeous day. (i love my niece and nephews) Grace is knowing that there will never be a day that I will ever have to wonder or worry about my baby Noah. He is whole. He is healed. He is safe and sound in the arms of the Father. Grace is knowing that someday, God will bring about a freshness and a newness of life to our family that we cannot imagine. Grace is seeing a family I know continually worship and praise God even when they feel as though they too might lose a child, simply because of a crooked system and another country's rules.  Grace is also the means by which God changes our hearts and our minds. Grace helps us to see anew, life as we know it. 

2 Corinthians 12:9

One of my favorite preachers put it this way, "Grace is not a licence to sin. It is permission to change." 

Permission to change. Oh how I have asked God to "change me"...when he is saying, ok child, MAKE THE CHANGE. So I find that in saying, "not my will, but yours be done" and then releasing Noah to the Lord, I was able to free myself from the prison of my ways. Life can be done God's way, which doesn't mean it is easy, but means it is worth it. I would never choose for my son to die, ever ever ever, but by grace, I was given permission to change my "I have to have control" sin and let God have his way. It is the hardest thing I've ever done, but it has released more freedom in my life, more passion for His ways and a release from everything I thought was supposed to happen and given Him true reign. Grace has given me permission to not be in control, to not be fighting God everyday for the reigns of my life. He has given me permission to change and truly know Him. 

Somehow I feel as though I have not made any sense whatsoever. I pray that grace allows you to see or hear clearly what my heart is trying to convey.

In the moments when I cannot seem to function any longer, I HAVE to dig deeper. I HAVE to find a lesson and stop to hear God's Word for me or I linger in self pity, despair and frustration. 

Through God's grace, I have permission to miss Noah, to want so badly to touch him, to imagine what life would be like with him here and then in the same moment, be ok that it's not that way and rejoice in the life I have and know that I have never ever been more eternally minded in my life. Thank you Lord and thank you Noah for helping to shape my view of life and truly living. 

I know I could continue on for paragraphs about how his power is made perfect in weakness. Maybe next time. 

thank you for your continued prayers for me as I learn how to do life again....

Shaina

Learning To Fish....Without a Net

So, life is fast paced again, the new has worn off of being home, chores pile up regularly again, bills are due, schedule is full, and in the few rare moments where I am by myself and it's quiet, all I want is to be back in that hospital, holding a baby boy leashed to the bed by oxygen tube, iv cables, and a feeding tube. what I would give to have just a couple of hours to just be with him. I know I know. I can't live like that, wishing for things that aren't going to happen. I am completely aware that grieving is different for everyone and part of my grieving is going through a time of deep "missing" and needing the tangible to be available. There are so many sweet babies in our church and I just love them all and I'm so thankful for them and I know each of their mommies would be completely fine with me loving on them and holding them, but they aren't mine. They aren't Noah. They are sweet, beautiful, perfect little ones and they aren't him. Even Ava isn't him. I love that she keeps me active, happy, busy and going. As soon as she's gone from me for a matter of time, I feel that I should be with Noah. There is so much adjusting going on and it is wearing on me. I feel like since we've gone through the last 6 months of hospital life, etc that I could endure anything and do anything. I wonder some days if I can do this grief thing. I know the statement that "God only gives you what you can handle" is bull. It is not Biblical and I do not like it.  I CANNOT handle this. I CANNOT deal with this. I CANNOT live with the fact that my son is no longer here. BUT, I CAN live, even thrive and more than conquer this time in my life WITH HIM. I can't handle any of it. I can't handle leading songs about faith and trust and hope when my heart aches. I can't play with Ava, clean the kitchen, do the laundry, run errands, pay the bills etc and do my job as a wife and mother when all I want to do is drive to fort worth and somehow find Noah laying in his bed with Floyd or Robin or Niki or someone taking great care of him, Dr J or Dr. M coming in and updating me and then sitting with Noah for hours, just the two of us. With Christ, I am finding that I can plow through the toughest times, not always with grace, but through them at all. I can get through the sobs, the tears, the longings and the empty arms. I can get through the questions when people I don't know, ask how many kids I have. I can get through the "how are you doing?" conversations when I run into people at the grocery store. I can somehow even pray for and keep up with our heart friends without being jealous that their babies are still here, hard life or not. (I know you girls know my heart and I love your babies dearly, as well as each of you)

 So it brings me to Wednesday night.

Our dear friend Briar is now the youth intern at our church and he brought the word Wednesday night for the youth and Nick and I decided to go and listen. We've known Briar since he was 11. Time has flown by us and now he is a young adult and has a passion for God and spreading his word and his love. He was preaching on being fishers of men, a word I've heard a million times. Nick wears the bracelet, Dad has the bracelet tattooed on his wrist, mom wears it. I get it. I know it. Fishers of men. Get up and follow me and I will make you fishers of men. la la la. Ya, I know, we put it all down and follow him. We don't go do this or wait for that and then follow God. We follow him now and lay it down. So, I was just going along listening to Briar preach and agreeing that our youth need to hear this and hear it often. I am proud that he has such a strong passion to preach this message and be real with the students. He brought up the worship song they sang at the end of praise and worship and it says,

Love unfailing
Overtaking my heart
You take me in
Finding peace again
Fear is lost in all you are

And I would give the world to tell your story
'Cause I know that you've called me
I know that you've called me
I've lost myself for good within your promise
And I won't hide it
I won't hide it

Jesus, I believe in You
And I would go, to the ends of the earth
To the ends of the earth
For you alone are the son of God
And all the world will see
That You are God
You are God

He had a lot of great points about dropping it all, going to the ends of the earth to share God's love, his word and salvation. 

It got me thinking.... "and I would give the world to tell your story". Perhaps, working through this grieving process continues to mean, taking up my cross daily, giving my world to tell His story, not just Noah's story. Surely there is growth in that. For such a special and certain time, Noah was my world. Surely there is peace and purpose in that. The days where I feel more empty than ever in my life, I can rely on the fact that I am being obedient by praising him and that if I continually give Noah and his life back to the Lord, even when it hurts my core, surely there is obedience in that. "I've lost myself for good within your promise". The days I feel lost, the days I don't feel like myself, or that I even know who I am anymore, the days where working out or eating right seem like a stupid waste, when getting out of bed seems pointless or when every little thing reminds me of my son, I'm STILL within his promise. Then it says, "I won't hide it". So, here I am, not hiding it. I know some have probably been waiting for this post where it all comes out, all the grief and hurt and missing him. Well, here it is, but it is so much more than that. so much more than missing him. It is so much deeper than wanting to hold him or watch him grow up. It is the fact that in order to be obedient in this part of my life, I had to allow God to take my son to heaven and find a way to trust him each day since. 

So my challenge for myself and for you is: when we sing words like, "we fall down, we lay our crowns at the feet of Jesus", when we cry out, "All of you is more than enough for all of me", as we lift our hands and just love to sing, "You give and take away, blessed be the name of the Lord". Do you mean it? If God asked you to do the unthinkable for him, could you? Would you? What is God teaching you today, asking you to give him today, commanding you repent of today? He may not ask you to give him your son, I pray that never has to happen to you, but what is it that he is asking you to be obedient in? Do you need to respect your husband more? Do you need to turn off the TV? Do you need to tell your wife you love her and take out the stinking trash before she asks you? Do you need to volunteer for the ministry that you keep avoiding? Do you need to turn off the computer or your phone (pointing the fingers at myself you know). Do you need to lay off some of the extra curricular activities so you can focus on your children and their academic, social and most importantly spiritual needs? Do you need to put down the trashy book? Maybe quit watching such dirty movies? I don't know what God is doing in you, but being fishers of men starts with the "laying down the net".

¹⁶ As Jesus walked beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. ¹⁷ “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will send you out to fish for people.” ¹⁸ At once they left their nets and followed him.

¹⁹ When he had gone a little farther, he saw James son of Zebedee and his brother John in a boat, preparing their nets. ²⁰ Without delay he called them, and they left their father Zebedee in the boat with the hired men and followed him.

If you look at verse 18 it says "at once, they left their nets and followed him." Today. Whatever net you are gripping, with white knuckles, let it go. Whatever is in your way of trusting God, turn it loose. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that this week, in all its hurt, grief, frustration, giving in and giving up on, the tears, sobs and under eye bags has taught me that, first of all, it's ok to grieve a lot. It's ok to cry, miss him, long for him and be upset about it, So I don't need reassurance of that,  but I can't stay in that place for long because I cannot thrive there, I cannot do God's work there and I cannot truly be a fisher of men there. I can be there for a moment, for quite a few moments, in fact, but I must always come out of those times of sorrow, with loosened grips of those nets, with a readiness to follow him. You willing to let go of your net? It's scary. It is terrifying. You can't tell me that holding my son as he took his last breath wasn't the most petrifying moment of  my life, but when the Word clearly says, "you can do all things through Christ who gives me strength", he's not talking about running a marathon or passing a test. I mean, it can mean that to you in those moments, but He is encouraging us as believers that even the most grim, hard, detestable, frustrating and scary times are passable through him. we can get through the death of a child, we can get through a heartbreak, we can get through the death of a parent or best friend, we can get through a job loss, marriage pains and hurts, health issues and the like, only by his blood and in His power. Rest in that (speaking to myself) and let is push you further, deeper, and heavier into God's plan for you.

Did any of that make any sense? Thanks Briar for sharing your heart. It helped to heal my hurt this week and push me out of self pity and destruction. I love you, sweet friend. Nick and I are so thankful and proud of you. Thank you to my husband, who loves me at my worst, gives me a few days to recover from deep emotional outpouring without feeling guilty or like I'm giving up on all God is doing in us. Thank you for family and friends who spur me on, pray me through and keep putting up with all my random needs and crazy ideas. Thank you to all of you strangers who read this and tell me how encouraging I am. I truly know that this is all of God's hand and his doing. I am thankful for an outlet to teach myself, encourage myself and love God more. It is icing on the cake that people are benefiting and learning as well. Praise Him.

Thanks for the support and love as always.
Shaina

Life These Days...

I'm not completely sure if anyone really cares what we're "doing these days", but I suppose it helps me to let the people who are interested know about how we are doing and what's going on since February 22.
The last few weeks have been crazy and fast paced. I've hit the ground running since coming home with Noah's service(blizzard before that), getting back on the worship team at church(which I LOVE), spring cleaning, as well as, we've been living out of suitcases for 6 months cleaning. We have been doing well with our healthy lifestyle changes and so we are adjusting to all of these things. Things have been so busy and I've loved it. Lots of family and friend time, Bible study, church, lunch with friends, and just getting reacquainted with Amarillo. I have obviously had some incredible moments of loss and feeling like I don't know what life means from here. I've had times of wondering if I'll not think of Noah as much or if people will forget him. All the normal grief things. I have also realized how spoiled I was with being in the hospital with him 24/7 because I had hours to spend in prayer, journaling, reading the Word, doodling in my journal, soaking up quotes and words from others. I am having to fight the world again on time, energy and space to get spread out and do study, prayer and journaling. It is amazing how in a matter of a couple of weeks, satan can pry in and use our "busy home life" which can be good, to cut into time with the Father. Noah is healed and whole and so that big "prayer request and constant subject I dealt with God on is gone...so my mind has all this space to roam freely and I have to ask the Father to bring me back in and focus. There are so many things going through my mind these days with things that have to be caught up, done and redone. So much to do. I like it and at the same time, I have to watch myself or I just fill up our days and don't give us time to just rest and be together. So many adjustments as we settle back in. I'm so thankful to be home. We are praying heavily about when and how to sell our house and look for a new one. We are discussing really pushing our freelance design business and how God could use our skills to really grow that into a lifelong business and goal. We are continuing on our health journey as we eat lighter, healthier and workout regularly. We are going to be getting our garage cleaned out and sorted through so we can start with a garage sale and then give away and get rid of things from there. Life is just falling back into place and we are thankful.
Ava is keeping us so busy. She is a doll. She has so many sentences and is only 21 months old. She is talking our heads off! haha. She sings all the time and has a song for everything. She is a little parrot. She loves elmo, abby cadabby and all the sesame street crew, she like to call Blues Clues "puppy" and she likes to watch that old show on netflix. She enjoys playing "set go" all around the house when mimi and pop come over. She loves playing with her cousins and her friends at playgroup on Wednesdays. She walks right into her class at church and loves it. She brings home sweet crafts and I love it. She loves her baby dolls and taking care of them. it is so sweet. She loves to look at picture books, especially of her bubby and our entire journey. She looks at old pictures of her and says, "bubby"! Haha, we have to tell her that is her! :) they did look alike. She doesn't really know what life with bubby is, so she doesn't ask about him. We don't push it either. She sees his blankee, his lovie or a picture and says, "bubby oooohhh". :) We don't ask her about him or push it though. she is only 21 months and she knows all about bubby that she needs to. As she gets older, she'll know more and start to understand how important this part of our life has been to us. She lights up our world, she comes up to me and says, "momma momma" in the sweetest voice if she sees me crying or something. She is just a precious, sweet hearted and bright spirited little sunshine girl and I am blessed to call her mine.

I am beginning 2 new lines of paintings. They will both be available in a few weeks. It's neat to see how God is using this time of grief to really spur my creative flow and help me produce work that I love and enjoy and also provide for us at the same time. Two of my favorite things, hearts and birds. :) so excited.

I suppose that's all for now. Please continue to pray for our sweet heart babies across the country, especially at Cook's in Ft. worth and our sweet friend in Georgia, Madison.

Also, we're planning on helping out our friend Audree Gomez, another "sweet heart" by going to Blue Sky this coming Monday night. Tell them it's for Audree. Thanks!

much love and many thanks for all the support and prayers, continually.
Noah's mommy

Remember That Boogie Man?

The Boogie Man

There, you can meet him in that post from almost a year ago.

We took Ava to see Veggie Tales Live last Saturday. She didn't really have as good of a time as I thought she would. I realized later, that it was sort of my fault. See, I had this whole Saturday planned out for family fun and just being together. It has been so long since we had a day, in Amarillo, together, without stress looming all around us and so we had a whole day to be together and enjoy each other, the three of us. We slept in, had donuts, went shopping for a few things at Mardel for our sweet friend Lexi and her mommy, Judith. We went to visit them and then went to lunch. We enjoyed lunch together and had some time before veggie tales so we went and got ice cream! Ava and I have shared ice cream, probably for too long... but it's our thing. So, we went and enjoyed and then went to walmart for a couple of items. We had a sort of accident with a faulty diaper, so we bought her new pants, got her changed and went to the show. We got to Veggie Tales and she was pretty excited and then all of a sudden....tired, cranky, no-nap Ava came around. Poor thing. She was sweet and watched from her daddy's lap, but she didn't get up and dance and laugh and have a "fun time" like the rest of the kids.... It kind of made me cranky as well. I mean, we did spend 40 bucks for nick and I's tickets. haha. I didn't want to "waste" money and leave, but she only made it until a little bit after intermission and then she started saying, "go home" "go home"....from Veggie Tales? Really, Ava? wow. So, we got up and left and she was asleep before we left the parking lot. We put her in bed, I went to bed and we both ended up napping for 2 hours. I woke up and it was dark outside. I went in and started talking to nick about it all and realized that they had played, "God is bigger than the boogie man" song at the show and it kind of brought it all back to me. God brought me that song when we started this journey and as I was trying so hard to have a family, fun, "happy and ok" day, I was doing it in my strength. I wanted so bad to just have a fun, normal day and I didn't think about her lack of napping, the fact that we had just endured the longest week of our life and that we had just given our son back to the Father. I just wanted so bad to have a normal day....

It took a few days, but I began to realize that our new normal doesn't have to look or be anything I already know. In fact, it looks like and will become something we have never known. We three are adjusting to life back together. I got used to being alone, doing things on my own, when I wanted, where I wanted. I was always leashed to the hospital, but at the same time, I didn't have anyone to take care of besides myself. I am now back into housewife/mommy mode and I love it. I know this is a deep deep calling on my life and as I sit and write about it, I just love the fact that Ava watched "puppy" on netflix (blue's clues)  and then fell asleep after 2 episodes and is now sleeping soundly on the couch for nap. See,  I got to feed breakfast to Ava and then snuggle and do our devotional together (out of an incredible book, Jesus Calling for kids-thanks sissy) I cooked lunch, had my pawpaw over for lunch and Nick of course, cleaned up lunch as Ava watched her show and now she's sleeping, I'm writing and when nick gets home we get to work out, play, (I have to catch up the bills/budget) but we get to be together and just be a family, without trying so hard. We didn't work out before, we didn't have a healthy cooked lunch before, we didn't have devotional together before, we didn't have such an easy nap time before..... I didn't have to try so hard to find a happy normal, I just had to let God show me how to do it, the new way.

Noah made things new. He made things fresh again. I won't ever stop missing that boy. Ever. Yet, I find myself using my missing him as fuel to push through this new field in our life that hasn't been harvested before. There is health ahead, life ahead, blessing and newness ahead. (I'm sure there is a whole other post in that one subject of harvest) Nick has been pushing me and encouraging me in all of this and I am thankful. He lets me be sobbing sad, silly happy, unstoppably "nesty" like when I was pregnant, but it is just that I want this new life to be fresh and so fresh things have to happen in our house. :) He keeps me laughing, smiling and loving.

So, to tie in this boogie man....I suppose life after a death is a big boogie man. God is bigger. I remember thinking that the boogie man of HLHS was the scariest thing in the world, but I realized God was bigger than that. I remember thinking we would never get to a happy place through it all, until Noah came home and even after that, SO much ahead in life for him would be terrifying. I would do all of it in a heart beat to have him here, but God proved to be more sovereign than my fears, my worries and my plans. I never thought Noah's healing would be heavenly until a month or so ago. When I realized that was the boogie man of the moment, I was reminded that God is bigger. When it felt like the boogie man beat me and got the best of me that Friday night, God immediately stopped that feeling and overwhelmed me with hope, peace and confidence. That's what He does. He saves the day. He kills the monsters. He is bigger than the boogie man. He longs to fight for you. As Beth Moore put it in her session on Deuteronomy I watched last night, "God is love, so he loves. He does what he is." paraphrased, but still. Woah. God does what he is. (another paragraph that could expand into a whole other post, at some point it probably will)

God is so mysterious. Will I ever really know why he gave me Noah for 5 months? Probably not. In fact, that's ok. It keeps me searching for more reasons and more lessons, more moments and more hope. Surely he didn't just send Noah to this earth, to show me God's love on a deeper level, but maybe he did. I like to think that God loves me enough to pursue me, he is so relentless for me that he would bring me a child, let me know that child for a short time, but enough time to finally, really, know God better than I have since I was little and then take Him back up to himself to prove that he is God and unchanging.  Faith like a child? Faith through a child? I know God used and is using Noah and his life to reach people, I get told everyday, but I just can't shake the thought that he was just for me. God gave me Noah, to reach me in a place I didn't know was there. There is an empowerment, an encouragement, a hope and a purpose in that, that makes more sense the more I step back and see the big picture. I will always know that God used Noah and will continue to use his story to change people's lives. I also know, that I got to be the one to know him the best and for that, I am forever changed, grateful and proud.

 Now, to continue living life for the one who makes this life all it is. To keep trusting that God IS BIGGER than that boogie man. He is. Try him. Just ask him to kick that boogie man in the rear....I'm quite certain he will show you Himself, in only a way that He can.

There is a song I've discovered recently. You have to listen to this. 

This sums up the last 6 months of my life. 

Enjoy. 

Love, blessings & thanks,

Noah's mommy

Brussel Sprouts

There have multiple times in the last 10 months that I have asked the question to Nick, "what just happened?". I am at that place again, where everything just seems like a big blur. Did that really happen? Did we really have a son, spend almost 6 full months only seeing each other on the weekends, missing my girl every few weeks, saying goodbye every Sunday, getting our son through multiple surgeries, procedures, months of hospital life, sleeping in different places, crying many tears, waiting, praying, hoping for him to get better so many times all to hold him until the minute he died and then come home and start life where we left off? It feels like that. I miss certain things about Ft. Worth. I miss the lack of wind. haha. I miss Pie 5 pizza. I miss the walks to and from the Ronald McDonald House. I miss my gals at RMH. I miss late night talks with them. I miss the ice in the PICU. nom.

I miss my friends at Cooks. I know it sounds silly, but I grew to love many people there and all of a sudden I wasn't there anymore. I had daily conversations, got to know about their families and kids, prayed for them during hard times, listened as some of them went through life changes, went on vacations and then came back refreshed and with lots of stories to tell. We even had a nurse take care of Noah on her last night of work before having her baby and then when she came back from maternity leave we were still there. Ya. I'm not sure what just happened over the course of the last few months, but all of a sudden I have more than just an emptiness from Noah being gone. I have a whole life that is not there anymore and now I am trying to readjust to the life I had to leave, yet I learned so much while I was gone that I feel that if I come back and try to make life "normal" I will be doing myself and my family a disservice to go back to how "things were".... Did any of that make any sense?

I miss him. I miss him more than I can tell you, more than words can say. Some people have wondered why I have been so "positive" so "uplifting" so "happy" in my posts recently, well, it keeps me focused. I'm not lying when I post anything. The joy I have is real. The hope I have is real. If you need to know how to have that, message me. BUT, Trust me, there is much grieving going on. Don't worry. Don't think I'm some super human who has everything under control and is just so relieved to have all of the turmoil and hurt over with at the cost of my son's life. I'd rather be at this long journey and have Noah here so much of the time. I do. Yet, I know that Noah is so much better where he's at than on earth, not living, not thriving, not getting to be a baby or do baby things, not growing up at home, around family and friends. I know that Noah is whole, in his form that only heaven knows. He's not an angel, he's not 5 months old in heaven. He is perfect and whole. I believe that he knows my family who has gone before, He has seen the face of Christ and is worshiping the Father, completely happy and healthy. I know when I see him in heaven, he will recognize me and it will have seemed only like a day to him.  Oh how I long for that day.

In the mean time, a new life is straight ahead. I don't know what it looks like, but I know it is going to be better than what life was before Noah. Before life with Noah I was lacking. I lacked self esteem, I lacked confidence, I didn't think I was good enough to do "great things". I didn't know how God could even use a little "good girl" from Canyon, who did everything "right" to advance his kingdom or bring others to the Lord. I did everything I was supposed to do, in order at that. Graduate high school, go to college, meet a guy, get married, graduate college, live in a cute apt, buy a house, have a baby, go to church all the while, sing on the worship team, work vbs and go to small group. Life was plain, it was normal, it was easy. God knew what I needed. He knew that life before Noah was being half lived, it was easy, it was comfortable. Life before Noah was predictable and it was lacking a lot. It lacked spirit, it lacked confidence. Life before Noah was sad in many ways. It wasn't depressing, but it was darker. Noah lit up life, from the moment we knew he was coming. Noah gave us excitement, he kept us learning, growing and seeking. Noah forced me to leave my comfort zone, make new friends, go to new places, find myself for once, outside of my familiar and really stretched me to trust that wherever I am, God is there also and More than that, he has gone before. So, I learned to try new things, trust God in everything, to take risks, to live fully everyday, to experiment, to create(even in the midst of chaos), to love deeply, to be friendly, to journal, document, soak up, and just live. He taught me to rest, sometimes. There were many times he kept me up way too late as well though.  He helped me to learn that this "faith" I have, is available to anyone, yet it is a daily struggle to continue in it, asking for more, and really live it. I learned to quit looking at my circumstances as punishment or even "lessons" and began to look at them as opportunities. I realize now more than ever that Noah's life was an opportunity for God to reach people who were cold and hardened prior to being introduced to Noah and his journey. I realized that God used Noah to not only change me, but to reach many many people who would have not been reached otherwise. Somehow, when I'm in the midst of deeply missing my baby boy, I can think upon all He taught me, all he touched and how God used him to touch many people on a deep level.

So, we bought brussel sprouts tonight. I've wanted to test them out with some different cooking methods, but one of the reasons we bought them is because Noah has pushed Nick and myself to better ourselves and not regress into depression, unhealthy gluttony, etc. We have felt very convicted about using this life event to spur us on into healthy living, physically, emotionally, spiritually of course and to also just soak up life and enjoy every part of it. So, we began a new workout regimen. geez. We are stocked on healthy foods and we are digging in, in all areas of life. What more could we do for ourselves as we heal and recover from such trauma, than to be healthier and more vibrant for our daughter, as well as ourselves.

What else. I feel like I have pages to say, all these things that I am needing to get out and tell you all, but they are all just stuck. I do want to thank those who came to the visitation Thursday night. Nick and I are still just blown away by the amount of people, from all walks of life and all layers of our life who were in attendance. We are just thankful and beyond blessed! wow! We are just so amazed by the outpouring of love and care over us and our son.

I miss him. I miss his smile. I miss snuggles late at night while we watch Finding Nemo. I miss sitting him up in bed and him looking all around. I miss his soft hair. I miss his little nose. I miss looking into his brown eyes. I miss his sweet cry.

You know what though? I'm thankful I don't have to say goodbye every night, call the PICU every morning to see how the night went, walk into his cubicle and see some new mechanism or new iv placement, going over rounds everyday and the plan for the day. I don't miss watching him get everything under the sun done to him, I don't miss there not being anything anyone can do for him(especially me, I was so tired of not being able to make my baby better), I don't miss him crying because he hurt, I don't miss him having to be intabated and extabated over and over. I don't miss all the bruises I'd find from lovonox shots, iv placements, etc. I don't miss him swelling so big his skin would tear. I don't miss not ever getting to walk around with him. I don't miss him being leashed to the bed by pulse ox monitors, leads, blood pressure cuffs, oxygen tubes, etc. I don't miss it. I don't miss watching him suffer everyday. I don't miss him not getting to wear clothes or be held all day long. I don't miss him not getting better. ever. I honestly know that the things I miss, are little in comparison to the things I don't miss. It makes it a bit easier, it really does, but nothing will ever change the fact that I won't get to watch my son grow up. I won't get to hear him say mommy, take his first steps, etc etc. A part of my person is gone. There is a deep cavity in my heart, but I know that Christ is healing me, just as he was faithful to heal noah.

I know God's plan for our family is wonderful. There are many good things ahead. I am more proud of myself than I ever have been in my life. I like me more than I ever did, but still desire to make changes of improvement and betterment. I am closer to Christ than I ever have been and I am desiring him more and more.

I miss him, but I am thankful for the life I won't miss now because I knew him. I carried in my womb, one of the most influential people in my entire life. I know many mothers would say that, but my son has made me a better everything. The future is brighter than ever now. The dark moments come, but the beauty of God's grace and his loving kindness towards me in those moments, brings light and therefore, pushes me forward.

Thank you sweet son for teaching mommy to be herself, to like herself and to be proud of herself. No one else has had such an impact on her like you. You were a joy to everyone who ever met you. I just pray I can be the best version of me, everyday, now that you're gone. Love you sweet bubby.

Noah's Mommy