Did anyone see how big and beautiful the moon was Saturday night?
I did and it grabbed my attention so quickly that it caused me to stop in mid conversation to Joe and say wow look at the moon. And this didn't occur during a random forgettable conversation. This happened as we were driving home from a friend's house and as I was fighting through the tears and the pain that we will never get to see our sweet Elliott dress up in princess dresses, squealing for our attention as she dances around in the living room like our friends daughters. It's in moments like these that life seems so incredibly unfair and I want so badly what everyone else has. I want to see my beautiful daughter twirling around and smiling as her mommy and daddy fall in love with her all over again.
As I sat next to Joe in the car and looked out the window at the moon, so big and so bright and so low in the sky it felt as though we could drive right to it had we turned left instead of right to go home, I felt a sense of peace and calmness come over me. I felt as though Elliott was right there with us and I felt comforted in a way I hadn't really felt before.
Joe and I will never get to do the things with Elliott that other families get to do with their children. And sometimes I think about those things when I'm home alone and sometimes I think about those things when I look at Joe and see Elliott. And sometimes I think about those things when I see other little girls or hear a crying baby in a restaurant but refuse to turn and look for fear I will end another great dinner with friends in tears..
I miss my sweet Elliott and I selfishly want her here with me and I constantly have to remind myself that God is good and that his ways are not always our ways.
Elliott may not be here with us dancing around, but she's in our hearts and she's such a big part of our lives and Saturday night I was reminded of that by one big, bright, beautiful moon....which kinda makes me laugh now as I write this and trust me this mama could really use a good laugh right about now. I've wondered if I would see Elliott in a dream and how I've hoped for that dream to be as clear and real as the day I met her.
But, I'll take the moon and I'll think of my sweet Elliott dancing her little heart out in Heaven with our Lord and Savior and I'll hope that she's got her daddy's rhythm over mine. Joe can do a mean running man...
Monday, March 12, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Cuddled in Heaven
We had so little time to share, Too soon, I had to leave. I know how much you love me. I know how much you grieve. I know how sharp your pain is, I feel the aching in your hearts. My life so quickly ended before it barely had a start. I remember how you held me, and kissed my face and hands. You cuddled me so gently, but God had other plans. I was your perfect angel from God you knew I came. Suddenly he called me home again, and now God holds my hand. I know you'll always miss me, I understand your pain is hard to bear. Just remember that I'm in heaven and we'll see each other there. So smile when you think of me and wipe away all your tears. I'm cuddled now in heaven by our family members here. I'm waiting here in heaven, and on the day we meet again, I'll be the first to smile and greet you, when God calls you home to him.
Some days I just don't have the words to express how incredibly sad I am, how empty my arms feels, how every second of the day I think about Elliott, how much I miss my sweet baby girl, how every waking moment I'm reminded that she is not here with us, how I have to dig so deep inside myself to find the strength to do something, anything normal to just get through the day...
So today, Friday..I will cry alot for my sweet Elliott, but I will also cling to the words in this poem, knowing she's in Heaven, knowing she's not alone, knowing she's looking down on Joe and I and knowing I will see her again one day.
But I have to say, on days like today I would give anything to hold her in my arms again.
Some days I just don't have the words to express how incredibly sad I am, how empty my arms feels, how every second of the day I think about Elliott, how much I miss my sweet baby girl, how every waking moment I'm reminded that she is not here with us, how I have to dig so deep inside myself to find the strength to do something, anything normal to just get through the day...
So today, Friday..I will cry alot for my sweet Elliott, but I will also cling to the words in this poem, knowing she's in Heaven, knowing she's not alone, knowing she's looking down on Joe and I and knowing I will see her again one day.
But I have to say, on days like today I would give anything to hold her in my arms again.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Can you be a Mother
Can you be a Mother when your baby is not with you? I thought of you and closed my eyes and prayed to God today. I asked "What makes a mother?" and I heard Him say, "A mother has a baby." This we know is true."
But God, can you be a mother when your baby's not with you?" "Yes you can," He replied with confidence in His voice. "I give many woman babies, when they leave is not their choice. Some I send for a lifetime, and others for the day and some I send to feel your womb, but there's no need to stay."
"I just don't understand this God, I want my baby to be here."
He took a deep breath and cleared His throat, and then I saw the tear. "I wish I could show you, what your child is doing today. If you could see your child's smile, with all the other children and say..." "We go to earth to learn our lessons of love and life and fear. My mommy loved me oh so much, I got to come straight here. I feel so lucky to have a mom who had so much love for me. I learned my lessons very quickly, my mommy set me free. I miss my mommy oh so much but I visit her everyday. When she goes to sleep on her pillows where I lay. I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek, and whisper in her ear, "mommy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I'm here."
"So you see my dear sweet ones, you children are okay. Your babies are born here in my home and this is where they'll stay. They'll wait for you with me until your lessons through. And on the day that you come home they'll be at the gates for you. So now you see what makes a mother, it's the feeling in your heart. It's the love you had so much of right from the very start. Though some on earth may not realize your are a mother until their time is done. They'll be up here with me one day and know that you are the best one."
But God, can you be a mother when your baby's not with you?" "Yes you can," He replied with confidence in His voice. "I give many woman babies, when they leave is not their choice. Some I send for a lifetime, and others for the day and some I send to feel your womb, but there's no need to stay."
"I just don't understand this God, I want my baby to be here."
He took a deep breath and cleared His throat, and then I saw the tear. "I wish I could show you, what your child is doing today. If you could see your child's smile, with all the other children and say..." "We go to earth to learn our lessons of love and life and fear. My mommy loved me oh so much, I got to come straight here. I feel so lucky to have a mom who had so much love for me. I learned my lessons very quickly, my mommy set me free. I miss my mommy oh so much but I visit her everyday. When she goes to sleep on her pillows where I lay. I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek, and whisper in her ear, "mommy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I'm here."
"So you see my dear sweet ones, you children are okay. Your babies are born here in my home and this is where they'll stay. They'll wait for you with me until your lessons through. And on the day that you come home they'll be at the gates for you. So now you see what makes a mother, it's the feeling in your heart. It's the love you had so much of right from the very start. Though some on earth may not realize your are a mother until their time is done. They'll be up here with me one day and know that you are the best one."
Monday, March 5, 2012
Our family is growing...
We are sponsoring a child from Zambia. We will find out soon if this child is a boy or girl, along with more information and even some pictures of him or her.
We were blessed with this opportunity at church yesterday and without hesitation Joe and I said yes, along with thousands of other people, God is truly amazing!
Northridge church is partnering with World Vision and providing this opportunity to sponsor a child in an area that is severely affected by the HIV and AIDS crisis. Our funds will meet the needs of these children and minimize the impact of AIDS in the community through prevention and care programs.
To find our more information click on Northridge Church.
We hope Elliott will be proud of her mommy and daddy who miss her immensely! Love you baby girl!!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Praying through my "new normal"
Monday
I went to the gym. Still recovering from the c-section, my OB advised me to take it slow and easy and begin with walking about 15 minutes on the treadmill.
It took me a few hours Monday morning to muster up enough courage to go back to the gym. What if someone asks if I've had my baby? This question consumes my thoughts anytime I leave the house. This and....do you have any children? So, I pulled a baseball cap down over my eyes, reconfirmed with my friend Mandy that she would be at the gym as well, exact time? exact location of the treadmill she would be on? And then I sat on my couch and prayed to God for the strength to take this baby step to my "new normal". I prayed in my car in the parking lot, God please give me the strength to keep myself together as I walk through the doors for the first time. God, please let it be someone else at the front desk today, not the woman I usually see who has asked when my due date is. I made it inside, made it to the locker room and quickly put my jacket and bag in the locker, grabbed my book, water bottle and headed up stairs to the treadmills, but not before I passed a lady on a chair in the locker room nursing her new baby. I felt my heart break and I felt that lump return to my throat, but I surprised myself when I glanced her way for a brief second and I prayed for the both of them. I prayed she was a happy mom and enjoyed her beautiful baby (boy or girl I didn't look hard enough to see), but I prayed that she would enjoy a lifetime of happiness with her child. And I continued on towards my goal for the day.
I found Mandy, I found my treadmill and I began to walk very slowly with my hat pulled down over my eyes and my nose in my book. But I didn't get too far into my reading before the news on the t.v. caught my attention. A school shooting in Ohio. I wanted to leave right then, I can't watch this now. I can't think about any more children dying, I can't think about the agonizing pain of their parents! So I started praying again, I prayed for the violence to stop, I prayed for the injured and I prayed for their families and I stayed on my treadmill, watching the scene unfolding on the news. I walked and I watched and I read my book, A Woman and Her God by Beth Moore and I prayed.
Tuesday
I invited a friend over for lunch. I love to cook and it was so nice to get back into the kitchen. Cooking is the one thing I've found that truly calms me down, clears my mind, brings me peace and feels therapeutic. For that half hour or hour while I'm cooking I think of nothing but the food I'm preparing and I love it. Lunch was successful and in the comfort of my own house I didn't need a baseball cap and the tears did come out, but that was ok. It was just Lynne and I, and we prayed again and she consoled me and I thanked her for all of her support.
Wednesday
Wednesday was filled with tears, frustration, anxiety, more prayers and finally acceptance that I had to tell some of my best friends from back home, I needed to postpone their scheduled visit for this weekend. Saturday will be the one month anniversary of loosing my sweet Elliott and I have no idea what that day will bring. Well, yes I do know what that day will bring and its something I can only share with Joe and the millions of parents out there who have walked in our shoes before.
I'm so grateful my friends understood, were supportive in me telling them I'm just not ready yet, the time is too soon and I'm so thankful they are my friends who I love dearly. Thank you girls.
Thursday
I had 6 inches cut off of my hair last night. I was introduced to my new hair stylist through my friend Mandy. Seeing a theme here....yes Mandy rocks, she gets me out of the house and taking those baby steps towards my new normal.
As I was sitting in the chair watching the long strips of hair fall to the ground my eyes fell upon three pictures of an adorable little boy. The sentences formed in my head "oh is that your son, he's adorable, how old is he?" and my heart was yelling no no, do not ask her that. What is she asks you. What if she asks you do you have any children? You'll have to say it out loud for the first time to a complete stranger and you'll have to do it as you look at yourself in the mirror and you'll have to continue to look at yourself as she finishes cutting your hair. So I avoided looking at the pictures and I didn't tell her how adorable her son is and I didn't tell her about our sweet angel in heaven. But to be honest, I think I wanted to tell her, not her in particular but someone. I think I just wanted to get the first time over with, to see how bad that sting would feel when I say the words, our daughter died. Would I even be able to finish the sentence, would I burst into tears, would she ask how or any other questions, and what would I say then.
I know that day is going to come eventually but until it does, all I can do is pray.
Today, another Friday
I think today I'm just going to get through the day and allow myself to feel the grief in whatever way it comes. My goals today will be to simply shower and get ready, clean up the house and order pizza for dinner and spend the evening with my best friend, Joe. I'll be praying for him today, that he has a good day at work and that we get through tomorrow together.
I went to the gym. Still recovering from the c-section, my OB advised me to take it slow and easy and begin with walking about 15 minutes on the treadmill.
It took me a few hours Monday morning to muster up enough courage to go back to the gym. What if someone asks if I've had my baby? This question consumes my thoughts anytime I leave the house. This and....do you have any children? So, I pulled a baseball cap down over my eyes, reconfirmed with my friend Mandy that she would be at the gym as well, exact time? exact location of the treadmill she would be on? And then I sat on my couch and prayed to God for the strength to take this baby step to my "new normal". I prayed in my car in the parking lot, God please give me the strength to keep myself together as I walk through the doors for the first time. God, please let it be someone else at the front desk today, not the woman I usually see who has asked when my due date is. I made it inside, made it to the locker room and quickly put my jacket and bag in the locker, grabbed my book, water bottle and headed up stairs to the treadmills, but not before I passed a lady on a chair in the locker room nursing her new baby. I felt my heart break and I felt that lump return to my throat, but I surprised myself when I glanced her way for a brief second and I prayed for the both of them. I prayed she was a happy mom and enjoyed her beautiful baby (boy or girl I didn't look hard enough to see), but I prayed that she would enjoy a lifetime of happiness with her child. And I continued on towards my goal for the day.
I found Mandy, I found my treadmill and I began to walk very slowly with my hat pulled down over my eyes and my nose in my book. But I didn't get too far into my reading before the news on the t.v. caught my attention. A school shooting in Ohio. I wanted to leave right then, I can't watch this now. I can't think about any more children dying, I can't think about the agonizing pain of their parents! So I started praying again, I prayed for the violence to stop, I prayed for the injured and I prayed for their families and I stayed on my treadmill, watching the scene unfolding on the news. I walked and I watched and I read my book, A Woman and Her God by Beth Moore and I prayed.
Tuesday
I invited a friend over for lunch. I love to cook and it was so nice to get back into the kitchen. Cooking is the one thing I've found that truly calms me down, clears my mind, brings me peace and feels therapeutic. For that half hour or hour while I'm cooking I think of nothing but the food I'm preparing and I love it. Lunch was successful and in the comfort of my own house I didn't need a baseball cap and the tears did come out, but that was ok. It was just Lynne and I, and we prayed again and she consoled me and I thanked her for all of her support.
Wednesday
Wednesday was filled with tears, frustration, anxiety, more prayers and finally acceptance that I had to tell some of my best friends from back home, I needed to postpone their scheduled visit for this weekend. Saturday will be the one month anniversary of loosing my sweet Elliott and I have no idea what that day will bring. Well, yes I do know what that day will bring and its something I can only share with Joe and the millions of parents out there who have walked in our shoes before.
I'm so grateful my friends understood, were supportive in me telling them I'm just not ready yet, the time is too soon and I'm so thankful they are my friends who I love dearly. Thank you girls.
Thursday
I had 6 inches cut off of my hair last night. I was introduced to my new hair stylist through my friend Mandy. Seeing a theme here....yes Mandy rocks, she gets me out of the house and taking those baby steps towards my new normal.
As I was sitting in the chair watching the long strips of hair fall to the ground my eyes fell upon three pictures of an adorable little boy. The sentences formed in my head "oh is that your son, he's adorable, how old is he?" and my heart was yelling no no, do not ask her that. What is she asks you. What if she asks you do you have any children? You'll have to say it out loud for the first time to a complete stranger and you'll have to do it as you look at yourself in the mirror and you'll have to continue to look at yourself as she finishes cutting your hair. So I avoided looking at the pictures and I didn't tell her how adorable her son is and I didn't tell her about our sweet angel in heaven. But to be honest, I think I wanted to tell her, not her in particular but someone. I think I just wanted to get the first time over with, to see how bad that sting would feel when I say the words, our daughter died. Would I even be able to finish the sentence, would I burst into tears, would she ask how or any other questions, and what would I say then.
I know that day is going to come eventually but until it does, all I can do is pray.
Today, another Friday
I think today I'm just going to get through the day and allow myself to feel the grief in whatever way it comes. My goals today will be to simply shower and get ready, clean up the house and order pizza for dinner and spend the evening with my best friend, Joe. I'll be praying for him today, that he has a good day at work and that we get through tomorrow together.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Words that touch the heart
Family, friends and complete strangers have shown support to Joe and I in many different ways and everything everyone has done has touched our hearts. I'd like to share what I can and hope that it helps heal the hearts of our extended family and friends that have been touched by Elliott Faith Jensen too, and for those who have experienced loss of their own.
We opened an envelope with this inside last night and while it brought me to tears the first time I read it and I'm sure it will do the same for all of you, I've re-read it a dozen times by now and it makes me smile so much.
"Daddy please don't look so sad, mommy please don't cry.
Cause I'm in the arms of Jesus, and he sings me lullabies.
Please try not to question God, don't think he is unkind.
Don't think he sent me to you and then changed his mind.
You see I'm a special child, I am needed up above.
I'm the special gift you gave Him, a product of your love.
I'll always be there with you, so watch the sky at night.
Look for the brightest star and know that's my halo's brilliant light.
You'll see me in the morning frost that mists your window pane.
That's me in the summer showers, I'll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a gentle breeze from a gentle wind that blows.
Know that it's me planting a kiss upon your nose.
When you see a child playing and your heart fees a tug,
Don't be sad mommy, that's just me giving your heart a hug.
So daddy don't look so sad and mommy please don't cry.
I'm in the arms of Jesus and he sings me lullabies!"
We opened an envelope with this inside last night and while it brought me to tears the first time I read it and I'm sure it will do the same for all of you, I've re-read it a dozen times by now and it makes me smile so much.
"Daddy please don't look so sad, mommy please don't cry.
Cause I'm in the arms of Jesus, and he sings me lullabies.
Please try not to question God, don't think he is unkind.
Don't think he sent me to you and then changed his mind.
You see I'm a special child, I am needed up above.
I'm the special gift you gave Him, a product of your love.
I'll always be there with you, so watch the sky at night.
Look for the brightest star and know that's my halo's brilliant light.
You'll see me in the morning frost that mists your window pane.
That's me in the summer showers, I'll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a gentle breeze from a gentle wind that blows.
Know that it's me planting a kiss upon your nose.
When you see a child playing and your heart fees a tug,
Don't be sad mommy, that's just me giving your heart a hug.
So daddy don't look so sad and mommy please don't cry.
I'm in the arms of Jesus and he sings me lullabies!"
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