Sometimes there just are no words...

I'm not sure where my words have gone, but they just don't flow from my fingertips to the keyboard like they once did.  I used to be able to pour out my heart here and feel a kind of release in doing so.  My heart is in knots over lots of different things right now, and the words just aren't there.

Kristen's 3rd birthday was 3 weeks ago.  We spent the day together as a family, remembering our littlest girl and making memories with our two older girls.  It's one of the most bittersweet days of the year.

In honor of Kristen's birthday, we sent 30 bears to Children's Mercy Hospital, to be distributed to bereaved parents as they reach the 6-month mark following the death of their child.  No, it's not pleasant to think about, but the fact is that children die.  They leave behind parents and siblings whose lives are never the same.  Those families ache to have someone remember them, to remember their sweet child, months and years down the road.  My hope is that the little knitted bear they receive will be a reminder that someone cares...and that God cares.

So many of my friends helped to work on those bears.  Over the course of four months, they knit, stuffed and stitched.  They donated supplies, time and food.  They supported a cause close to my heart and supported my own broken heart in the process.  The really beautiful thing is that, whether they know it or not, many of them continue to do so.

I will close with a collection of photos.  Maybe they will speak louder than the words that seem to escape me.

Our "Peace of my Heart" birthday cake
(Emily made the bear out of Rice Krispie treats;
Grace drew the dove from our logo)

Kristen's birthday wreath

Balloon release

Our matching wristbands read, "Forever in my heart"

Kristen's tree

Grace decorated my water bottle with the Peace of my Heart logo

Delicious burgers at a cute little place in Lindsborg

Near The Old Mill Museum

On the hunt for a geocache

Coronado Heights

Some of the bears before packaging

The birthday bear I made for my desk

Bears for CMH

More bears for CMH

Bears packed and ready for the trip to KC
(Thanks to Bryan & Angie!)

2009 Memory Quilt
1st Floor across from the CMH Chapel

I love you, Little Stuff ♥

A Precious Gift

My waking hours are filled with many things...school, laundry, meal planning, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning.  In all that I do, there is always a hint of a thought nearby, the thought of how different those things would be with a toddler in tow.  I do my best to be thankful as I tackle my "to-do" list.  I am absolutely thankful to have the means and opportunity to educate my children at home.  I am more than grateful that we have clothes to wear, food to eat and a roof over our heads.  Even so, it all seems incomplete.  And it is.  Our family here is incomplete.  I know that one day it will be made right.  I have no doubt that all that seems incomplete is still completely in God's hands.  Yet, I still am left longing for what will never be here on earth.

It's perplexing.

There is an incredibly beautiful song that Nicol Sponberg recorded called "Home."  There are no lovely pictures to see in the YouTube video below, but you can hear Nicol's heartfelt words.  (Nicol was an original member of the Christian group, Selah.  She is Todd Smith's sister and lost her son to SIDS not long after Todd & Angie Smith's daughter, Audrey, died just 2 1/2 hours after her birth.  Nicol has walked a difficult road; I find comfort in what she shares through her music.)

"HOME" by Nicol Sponberg

What is it like to be held in the same arms
that hold the universe?
What is it like to sleep on the chest of the
King of heaven and earth?
When you open your eyes and look on the face
of the giver of life, the author of grace

Do you know that your days here changed everything
You’re missed here and will always be
But you left here the greatest gift of all
‘cause our hearts ache for home

What is it like to breathe in and breathe out
heaven’s glorious light?
What is it like to be robed in perfection,
no reason to cry?
When you feel on your face your Father’s kiss,
His welcome embrace, we prayed for this

You should know that your days here changed everything
You’re missed here and will always be
But you left here the greatest gift of all
‘cause our hearts ache for home

So twinkle twinkle little star, we will keep you in our hearts
Twinkle twinkle little star, we will meet you where you are
Your days here changed everything
You’re missed here and will always be
But you left here the greatest gift of all
‘cause our hearts ache for home

I am so struck by the line of the chorus that speaks to the greatest gift being left with us...the yearning for our heavenly home.  You left that with me, my sweet Kristen.  And as much as it brings tears to my eyes, I treasure that very precious gift.

Bears & Blessings

If you've looked around this blog at all, you probably know a little something about the bears I began knitting after Kristen died. The knitting itself was very therapeutic for me, and I wanted to turn it into something that could reach out to others. My initial plan was to make bears to send to the chaplain at Children’s Mercy Hospital in Kansas City, who would in turn send them to newly bereaved parents. I found, however, that the list of bereaved parents that fall within (or near) my own circle of friends and acquaintances is sadly much longer than I ever imagined. I’ve sent out some bears on my own (and have a few more that I need to send), but I still haven’t sent a single bear to CMH. As sweet and simple as these bears are, they do take time to make!

Emily and I began a discussion after Kristen’s birthday last year about how we could honor Kristen’s memory and reach out to others at the same time. As a way to do just that, I invited several friends to join us in making bears!

We are meeting as a group one Saturday each month (January to April) to knit and assemble as many bears as we can. We will then box up all the bears and deliver them to CMH in time for Kristen’s 3rd birthday on May 7, 2012.

Our first session was a week ago, and I have to say that I was completely overwhelmed with the wonderful response.  Two dozen people gave up part of their Saturday to help with making bears.  A few were already knitters and went right to work on knitting bear parts.  Those who don't knit jumped in with rolling skeins of yarn into center-pull balls.  Still others learned how to seam garter stitch and stuffed arms, legs and bear bodies.  Some worked on scarves of all colors and styles.  One even offered to sew gift bags!  The group ranged in age from 2 to 79.  

I'd like to share a story about that 2 year-old.

Little "Miss M" has a special place in my heart.  She shares Kristen's birthday.  In fact, the girls were born within a couple hours of each other to moms who went to high school together (and who both know the pain of losing a child).  While I almost always think of Kristen as a baby, this special little friend gives me a glimpse of how big Kristen might be if she were still here.  It's a difficult thing to explain, yet another example of where joy and sorrow coexist.

I took a few pictures during our first bear-making session, but the scene I didn't capture with my camera is forever etched in my mind:  I watched this sweet 2 year-old poke stuffing into a bear as her momma held it for her.  She would quietly ask me if the bear needed more stuffing.  I'd tell her, "just a little more," and she would add some, then we'd check it again.  Precious, precious stuff.

Watching moms and daughters working alongside one another, enjoying the wonderful fellowship of dear friends, and knowing that Kristen was being remembered so sweetly most certainly blessed me that day, and continues to do so.

He Makes All Things New

I found this short excerpt from our family devotions book tonight rather interesting:

"God doesn't say he is making all new things.  He is making all things new--in other words, he's making things better, fresher, brighter and stronger." (from One Year of Dinner Table Devotions and Discussion Starters: 365 Opportunities to Grow Closer to God as a Family by Nancy Guthrie)

The holiday season of 2011 didn't come with the dread that accompanied those of 2009 and 2010.  Oh, there were moments of sadness and tears, but nothing like I had experienced throughout the months of November and December the past couple of years.  The emotional numbness this year was something of a gift of protection for a time, so I didn't realize the sadness that was welling up inside.

Maybe it's the attention placed on a new year...new beginnings, fresh starts.  All that "out with the old and in with the new" stuff is especially hard for a momma who continues to struggle with feeling like her youngest daughter's been forgotten.  I've found myself feeling very blue these last few days.  I can't help but think of the new beginnings that were cut so short in our own lives.  Having to learn to function again in a world that still feels a little foreign is a fresh start I'd just as soon not have to face.

My heart absolutely aches for the little girl who left my arms way too soon.  I suspect it always will, but I know that God has a purpose for my aching heart.  He wants to make it new, not in the sense of replacing something old, but rather in transforming it.  He wants to make it better, fresher, brighter, stronger.

He's got my attention, and I'm actually beginning to look forward to what He has in store for the year ahead.

What does He want to make new in your life?

His Feathers

As the weather grew colder in the first months after Kristen died, a sweet friend wrote to me that she wanted to get me a down blanket as a reminder of Psalm 91:4:

He will cover you with his feathers,
   and under his wings you will find refuge;
   his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

There's a comfort in that verse that has become more real to me this year.  It is only through God's faithfulness that I am still standing.  He's been my strength when I have had absolutely none of my own.  The very verse that was shared with me in such love inspired something that I've been able to share with others, from those who have attended our local GriefShare: Surviving the Holidays seminars to friends who themselves have had to face the pain of saying goodbye to a loved one all too soon.

If you are in that place of wishing that it was January already; if these last weeks of holiday hubbub have left you with a feeling of dread rather than thankfulness or anticipation, I understand.  This prayer is for you:

Dear Heavenly Father,
     Please let each one who needs it feel the comfort of your feathers, the warmth of You around their shoulders.  Allow them to know the protection of your wings as You envelop them in your mighty and merciful way.  Help them to allow your faithfulness to bolster them to withstand the storms.  Calm their spirits and give them peace, Lord, the peace that only You can give.
     In Your Son's precious name,
          Amen.

 

The Happy Day Project {Part 2}

Despite good intentions, our last week didn't go quite as planned. Consequently, we only took part in the first three days of "The Happy Day Project." And you know what? That's okay! We brought smiles to some faces and reached out in ways we haven't before. And that makes me happy. :)

Day #1 - Treats to a Neighbor
The chocolate chip cookie dough I mixed up Monday looked good...tasted great...but resulted in some of the flattest cookies I have seen in a while.  So, we kept it for cookie sundaes and delivered some warm pumpkin chocolate chip cookies to a couple of neighbors this afternoon.  One was especially thrilled, and after asking Grace exactly why she had brought her these treats, happily exclaimed, "I love it!'

Day #2 - Handwritten Note Day
I pray that our handwritten notes to the Horn family bring smiles to their faces.  We don't know them, but continue to pray for them daily.

Day #3 - Giftcard to Homeless
We are fortunate to live in a community where the homeless are not just everywhere.  I'm sure they are there, but we just don't normally see them.  On occasion, we do see a family parked near the main drag through town holding a sign indicating that they are in need of work.  We've always just driven by, wanting to do something, but unsure of how best to help.  We are now ready to help as God leads.  The glove box holds close at hand a couple of Braum's gift cards (for either groceries or a hot meal).

This project has definitely given me some ideas of how we might celebrate Kristen's birthday next year.  Perhaps more importantly, it has sparked some wonderful conversations with my two older daughters, both about reaching out to others and about their baby sister.

Grace blessed me so much last week by sharing (completely unprompted) her memories of the last time she saw Kristen.  She smiled as she talked of taking pictures of her little sister as Kristen slept.  She spoke of waving goodbye to us as she and Emily drove away with their grandparents the day before we left for Kristen's surgery.

It seems this "Happy Day Project" resulted in some happiness I didn't expect.  I am ever so grateful for it.

The Happy Day Project

I came across "The Happy Day Project" today and wanted to share it here.

 

Several months ago, as Emily and I sipped on frozen strawberry lemonades at McDonalds, we talked about ways we could remember Kristen's birthday.  We had just "celebrated" her 2nd heavenly birthday with a family day trip.  Keeping it simple and within our immediate family was what seemed right this year, but Emily and I both felt like we wanted to do something different next year.

We didn't come up with anything specific, but we knew that we wanted it to involve more than just our immediate family.  We knew that we wanted to reach out to help someone else.  Participating in something like "The Happy Day Project" and inviting our friends and family to join us is certainly a worthy candidate!

Whether we do this (or something like it) next year for Kristen's birthday or not, I invite you to join us this week in "The Happy Day Project."  I can think of no better way to usher in the upcoming holiday season.