Come Quickly....


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Passage 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18:
The Master's Coming

13 -14And regarding the question, friends, that has come up about what happens to those already dead and buried, we don't want you in the dark any longer. First off, you must not carry on over them like people who have nothing to look forward to, as if the grave were the last word. Since Jesus died and broke loose from the grave, God will most certainly bring back to life those who died in Jesus.

15 -18And then this: We can tell you with complete confidence—we have the Master's word on it—that when the Master comes again to get us, those of us who are still alive will not get a jump on the dead and leave them behind. In actual fact, they'll be ahead of us. The Master himself will give the command. Archangel thunder! God's trumpet blast! He'll come down from heaven and the dead in Christ will rise—they'll go first. Then the rest of us who are still alive at the time will be caught up with them into the clouds to meet the Master. Oh, we'll be walking on air! And then there will be one huge family reunion with the Master. So reassure one another with these words.


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It isn't ending...


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This week has been hard. Probably one of the hardest so far. The pain has grown stronger this week, and I feel like it will continue to grow. I was speaking with a good friend of mine today. She has a way of making me feel okay with being very real...so when I talk to her, I'm very honest. So, when she asked me how I was doing, I knew she didn't expect me to say, "Okay"....so I told her that this week had been harder for some reason, but I couldn't pinpoint why. She shared with me how she felt around thie time when her mom passed away. She put the words right into my mouth. Her description was this: "At the beginning, it's like it isn't real...like it's just a bad dream that will be over soon. Then you start to realize, it isn't ending..."

"It isn't ending."

That's exactly where I am. I just miss him so badly...the void is so deep and it hurts so much. At first, I think I was numb...my mind just kind of shut off because I didn't want to accept it all. But now, I'm being forced to accept it, and I fight that acceptance every day. It's almost as if I feel like if I push against it enough, it'll all change and he'll be back here.

Everywhere I go, I'm reminded. I went to Target with my sister today. It's huge for me to go to Target...it is very straining on me. I bet every pregnant woman in Greenville was there today. I watched them, smiling...so full of joy...and I thought, "I used to feel that happy. I used to be that excited." I was glad for them, but then reality also came to me and I thought, "One of them might be in my shoes a few months from now." To some, that may be a dark thought, but it's my reality...and sadly, it will be another family's reality.

There are people who get me out of the house each week. I'm so thankful for them. Because if they didn't, I probably wouldn't get out of the bed. I wouldn't be all down and depressed all day, but I just wouldn't be motivated. So, thank you...you know who you are. You are helping me move forward...

Today, I went with my former high school teacher, Mrs. Boykin, to a recording session for her upcoming Christmas CD. It was really interesting. I really enjoyed see the process behind all that goes into it. Plus, I love to hear her sing, so I soaked it all in...wish it could have lasted longer. But, we're going back again to finish the CD...looking forward to that.

My thoughts are fizzling...so I guess I'd better end this one. I stumbled across this song today when I was having one of my increasingly frequent moments, and of course it made me cry, but I needed to receive the message it sends. When I get really upset, I forget that Ayden is not hurting, that he's not crying, he's not missing me....I'm upset because I need him so much more than he needs me right now. God seems to send me reminders when I need them, and this was one:

You Wouldn't Cry - Mandisa
All you saw was pain
All you saw was rain
But you should see me now
Moments filled with tears
Lasted all those years
Disappeared somehow
You never said goodbye
On your knees you cry
You’re still asking why, but
Blue has never been bluer
True has never been truer
Honey never tasted so sweet
There’s a song in the breeze
A million voices in praise
A rose has never smelled redder
The sun has never been brighter
If I could find the right words to say
If you could look at my face
If you could just see this place
You wouldn’t cry for me today
What you think you see
Isn’t really me
I’m already home
You’ve got to lay it down
‘Cause Jesus holds me now
And I am not alone
Your faith is wearing thin
But I am watching Him
And He’s holding you too, and
Chorus
What may seem like years
will just be a moment
Oh, the day will come when
I’ll show you where you’re going
I can’t wait to show you that
Chorus
(1 Corinthians 13:12, 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18)
Behind the Song:“You Wouldn’t Cry” is probably my favorite song on this album and it is a tribute to a little boy named Andrew who was stillborn in his mother’s womb, Rebecca. It’s a fan that I met and to be able to honor her and to be able to honor Andrew’s memory with this song means the world to me and I also believe it will encourage people who have lost loved ones recently to let them know that your loved one, if they have a relationship with Jesus Christ, is in a far better place than we could ever imagine." - Mandisa

Pictures from the Candelight Vigil


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As many of you know, today was an international day of rememberance for babies lost due to misscarriage, pregnancy loss, or infant loss such as SIDS. Some of my students organized a candlelight vigil in honor of Ayden and other families who share our story and our tragedy. I will have to write more about the vigil later, but I did want to share a link to pictures that were taken at the vigil - you can go to Lauren's Home

Below is my portion of the events. I gave addressed the crowd and told them about Ayden, SIDS, and where we are right now as we continue to take it day by day.

When I was seventeen, my English teacher asked us to write about the plan we had for our lives….the track we saw ourselves taking. This was easy for me; I had had my life planned out since I was young. My plan included this:
- I would go to college to become a high school English teacher
- I would get married when I was 22 to a man who shared my faith and lived by good
morals and values
- I would do my best to live my faith and be a positive example to the students in my
classroom
-I would have my first child when I was 26

I have lived every single one of those goals. Up until almost two months ago, my life had gone as planned. Everything I had accomplished had happened by God’s guidance in my life and my obedience to His will. It had all fallen into place. Until that day…..

But before I address that day, I must go back to the happiest day of my life. On April 26, my birthday, I woke up knowing that this time, the contractions were real. I was so excited! I had had the perfect pregnancy….healthy, on track, never a complication. And to top it all off, Ayden was coming on my birthday….or so we thought. All day, I waited for the contractions to get stronger, but it wasn’t until late that night when we would finally get into the hospital. Did I mention we were excited? I couldn’t tell you what one of those contractions felt like….all I cared about was that we were going to meet our little boy in a matter of hours. After 36 hours of labor, Ayden came on April 27th. He decided he needed a day all of his own. It will forever be the happiest day of my life.

He weighed 7lbs 14oz, and he was 19 inches long. The pediatricians said we had a healthy baby on our hands….he looked fantastic. We were so proud. We were also terrified. What were we going to do with this little person? We had to take him home…he was ours….it was our responsibility to give him everything he needed. The day we took him home was so scary to us. It was up to us provide for him and keep him safe. We quickly adapted and learned that it really wasn’t as scary as we thought. We learned that being parents was what we were meant to do.

As a newborn, Ayden was so full of expression….always making some interesting faces. He was also holding his head up better than most newborns, which I found to be so unusual. I have been around babies all my life, so I was accustomed to how they develop and the stages they reach and when. He always seemed to hit the milestones earlier than expected. At four weeks old, he was smiling away at us and by 6 weeks…other people. At 8 weeks, I believe he laughed for the first time. At 3 months he was holding his head up on his own, fully supported by himself. And by 3 and a half months, he was able to roll to his side on his own and was beginning to get the hang of rolling to his stomach. He was so talkative….speaking baby language of course. He would have conversations with us and just talk and talk and talk….and laugh and coo…..so full of life. If I could describe Ayden in one word, I would say happy. He was just happy, all the time. We never dealt with colic or much fussiness with him. He would cry if he was hungry or tired…but that was it. He loved to just sit with us and laugh and play. He loved to lay on his play mat and kick until he wore himself out. And bath time was his favorite time of the day. He would splash and kick and enjoy every second of it. Bath time came with some of his biggest smiles. Just a joyful, happy baby.

Ayden saw the mountains and the beach this past summer. I’m so glad we did those things. He experienced family vacations, going out to eat, visiting friends, running errands, going to church, visiting family, going to work with Mommy, visiting Daddy at work, even his first baby shower. So many people met Ayden in four months…..and now, I’m so thankful for that.

I won’t say much about August 25th except that it is a day I hope I never have to repeat again. No one should receive that news. No one should have to hear those words. No one should have to be walked into a room to see her child lying lifeless with teams of people desperately trying to help. No one should ever have to hold that little child praying for a miracle. No one should have to feel this lost.
Our hope for all of our children, however many we have, has always been for them to live lives that reflect Christ. To live lives that honor Him and the will He has for their lives. Most importantly, our hope is that they attempt to help change this world, even if it’s one person at a time.

In four short months, Ayden did that. He fulfilled every hope we ever had for him. We are so very proud of the imprint he has made in so many lives. Remembering Ayden means cherishing every minute with your kids…even the frustrating ones. Remembering Ayden means hugging them a little tighter….spending a little more time with them. Remembering Ayden means realizing that the little things are not important…petty differences, he said/she said, the mess left in the kitchen – it doesn’t matter; it isn’t important; it can wait.

SIDS is something I educated myself on early in my pregnancy. I knew a lot more about SIDS than most. I knew that SIDS was not suffocation, nor was it a heart malfunction. There are many other theories, but they are without substantial proof (many of which I can personally disprove). SIDS is unexplained and mysterious. We can’t pinpoint a cause. It is also unpredictable and unpreventable. We did everything right. We put him on his back to sleep, we kept dangerous objects out of the crib, we did not co-sleep at night, we dressed him comfortably, he didn’t sleep with a pillow or stuffed animal anywhere in his crib, we don’t smoke. All the risk factors were not applicable in our household. But it still happened to us. That’s the scary part. As a parent, you do everything humanly possible to make sure your child is safe and protected from harm, but there is only so much we can do. You can’t prevent the unpreventable, and unfortunately the unpreventable is what we’re dealing with.

I am able to make it through each day because I trust a God who carries me through. I used to pray over Ayden every night, sometimes multiple times throughout the night. I would pray for his protection and safety and for his health, but I would also pray that God would help me trust Him and understand if for some reason Ayden needed to be taken from us. It was my biggest fear, but I knew that it was out of my hands. I could only do so much. I knew that if God decided Ayden’s time was earlier than I had planned, I would have to accept that and trust Him. I never believed I would be living that prayer….those words I spoke to God every night on my son’s behalf.
I continue to rely on my faith, but I won’t lie to you – it’s hard. There have been times when I have felt angry and bitter, and I have argued with God until I couldn’t argue anymore. Those arguments are often onesided, but I know He hears me, and I know he aches and his heart breaks just as I do and mine does. This was all in God’s plan…..definitely not mine. I have to trust that God is preparing us for something bigger….perhaps he was sparing us from something worse happening. Who knows. But one day, I will know, and I will hold my little boy again. We will laugh and talk and play and best of all, we will worship together forever.
Although Ayden had to leave our lives to soon, we feel blessed to know that he never knew the ugliess of this world. All he knew was unconditional love and happiness. If nothing else, I find comfort in knowing that.

We know we will see Ayden again. He is waiting for us in Heaven….just waiting to see us again and share with us why he had leave us so early. I long for that day…. But until that day comes, we will continue to ask why, and we will continue to say, “we just don’t understand”, and we will continue to live with a little less joy in our lives. Something like this stays with you for a lifetime; it’s not something you go through and then just move beyond…..it stays with you forever.

At the opening of the school year, Mr. Frazier shared with us a theme that he hoped to use for this school year. The theme was letting your light shine. I have seen many shining lights throughout all of this. We have received support from friends, family, our church family, and colleagues. People provided meals, groceries, cards, gifts, and books….anything they could do that they thought might help. Individuals have had lunch with us or have taken us out for coffee…just to catch up and say, “I’m thinking of you and praying for you.” I can’t tell you how touched we have been by all of you. Especially my students who have shone their lights brighter than all the rest. When I walked into the gym and saw almost the entire student body in white shirts and blue ribbons, I was amazed beyond belief. I couldn’t believe that they had all come together and had done this for me. And now, with this vigil….honoring us and families in the community who have lost children in infancy or pregnancy. This is awesome, and such a testiment to the kids we teach here at this school. I have never been more proud of my students. Thank you all for your support, encouragement, thoughts and prayers. They have been what has gotten us through each day. We are so blessed to be surrounded by so many people who care about us and just want to see us make it through this. We will….because of you and because of Ayden. I hope our story has touched you and that Ayden has left an imprint on your life forever. He will always be our first child, our sweet, sweet boy. We look forward to seeing him again very soon.

Thank you.