tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22933552887889756192024-03-13T06:53:05.860-07:00Baby EmilyA Family's Journey with AnencephalyRyan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-91366788362972512292012-08-29T14:10:00.001-07:002012-08-29T14:10:46.741-07:00Three YearsToday marks three years, nearly to the minute, of Emily's day of birth and her homecoming. Obviously, we can't help but think how different our lives would have been had things been different. More than a thousand days checked off the calendar and a thousand moments of remembering have come and gone and still our Emily marks our hearts and lives. Know on this day, as with all days, you are loved, sweet one!<br />
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Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-72989405903455177362011-09-20T14:58:00.000-07:002011-09-20T15:01:08.005-07:00Introducing our New Little Girl!<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> 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mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Lord who is kind, redemptive, who turns the tables on difficult times and gives generously simply because he can, has given our family a gift: a new little girl!<br /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">As a word of confession, Laura and I have known about this pregnancy since early June (the due date is early February). At first we decided to say nothing to anyone since we knew all too well a miscarriage could be our lot. As the days ticked by and Laura entered the second trimester we continued to hold our breath and found we <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">couldn’t</i> share our news with others. Certainly we were excited but in an odd twist we found ourselves living on tender and sacred ground worried, anxious, cautious, and prayerful at every turn.<br /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">In August a special ultrasound was done and a repeat of anencephaly was ruled out. The news was met with tears of relief and, interestingly a deep mourning for Emily (we still miss her very much). Finally, last week Laura had her 20 week ultrasound and, thankfully, our little girl appears at this point healthy and active. A quick funny story: as the tech got started and we watched the black and white swirling of the ultrasound picture settle on our first good look of our daughter she was, clear as day, giving us a thumbs up (even the tech was laughing). Thank you, Lord, for your kindness and the thumbs up (so far) on a healthy pregnancy! We will keep you posted… </span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"> </p>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-34449115780209469442011-09-02T08:54:00.000-07:002011-09-02T08:56:59.909-07:002 YearsHappy Birthday, Emily Jean! <div>
<br /></div><div>Under different circumstances, today (August 29) you would be 2 years old- active, curious, and full of life. We trust you are much the same this very moment in the presence of Jesus. We all miss you very much! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>With Love, </div><div>Your Family</div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-3620014585044755222011-08-04T23:07:00.000-07:002011-08-04T23:10:37.541-07:00The Glimpse<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">We haven’t written much on this blog this past year but this doesn’t mean we haven’t had anything to share. Emily is often on our mind and always in our heart. Now, with Emily’s birth date fast approaching and a few days of free time thanks to a short vacation it is the perfect time to pass along a special story. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Nearly a year ago, a few days after my hand accident to be exact, Laura was driving home with the kids from Iowa. As she drove the minivan somewhere in the flat scenery of Nebraska she had what she later described as a glimpse, a momentary sight of Emily- not with her eyes, but in her mind. Emily was older, beautiful with long flowing hair and her back to Laura until she turned and gave a big smile… And that was it- a glimpse, a smile but for Laura (and later for me) this was huge. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Honestly, I can be skeptical when I hear stories of visions, not because I doubt God but I question man and motive. That said, here is what I know: That glimpse has been deeply helpful to us both as well as an affirmation of the truth we cling to from Scripture: heaven is real and to be present with Jesus, whether here or there, is joy! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">There is one more part of our story worth mentioning: Several weeks after Laura’s vision she was telling a close friend what happened. As the story unfolded this lady shared with joy that, unknown to Laura, she had been praying for several months that Laura would get to see her daughter Emily as she really is. This is an aggressive request from a loving friend and we are so thankful she asked and the Lord answered. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">(Note: To others who read this blog who have lost a child we hope you find this account a personal encouragement)</span></p>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-60043065814699327662010-08-30T12:16:00.000-07:002010-08-30T12:54:16.687-07:00Video: A Family Reflection<p>Recently we were asked to share as a family about our experience of losing a child. On the one year anniversary of Emily's passing we thought it would be appropriate to share it with you. (Pause the music at the bottom of the blog to hear the audio)</p><p><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/s8sYR5_P_Oc/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8sYR5_P_Oc?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8sYR5_P_Oc?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-86028805703921728492010-08-18T19:35:00.000-07:002010-08-18T19:38:53.626-07:00Lost and FoundLoss...<br /><br />Nobody likes this word… or the feeling. We fear loss, whether losing a possibility such as a dream or experiencing a loss that is much more tangible such as a child. Two weeks ago I lost part of a finger while serving on a mission trip in Mexico. Part of the pain of this experience has been grieving losing a body part- flesh and bone- that I have had with me 35 years. I look different, I feel different, and I have less ability… for now. Much like losing a daughter, a primary focus of this blog, losing a part of my body has been a stark reminder (not that I needed one!) that loss hurts. It is supposed to hurt. So much of the Bible is loaded with texts dripping with tears and oozing with pain.<br /><br />In contrast, it feels great to find an old friend, a missing wallet, or a renewed sense of purpose. In the Bible Hannah longed for a baby. She prayed… she waited… year after year after year. She grieved the loss of a dream, until the Lord blessed her with a little boy. Nice endings are nice, but this is not the end of the story. At around age 3 Hannah and her husband gave their son away and experienced a new tangible loss (see 1 Samuel 1:1-2:11 for the entire story).<br /><br />Ever leave the hospital without a baby in your arms but with a lump in your throat? Many reading this blog know this kind of loss. Hannah felt these emotions too as she said goodbye to her son and thankfully, while still swimming in hurt, the Bible provides us her raw, honest, and insightful prayer to God.<br /><br />By the way, what would you say to God in her shoes? If you’ve been in her shoes what have you said to Him? Would you listen, yell, curse, cry, or walk away? Hannah praised God in prayer. Now before you groan, gag, or move on from this blog give her a moment to speak. Why did she praise God? She noted four reasons to praise God in the midst of loss:<br /><br />· She had a foundation- First, she called the Lord her “Rock” (2:2). When she felt like she was drowning the truth was that she was secure in the Lord.<br />· She was known- It is comforting to be known. Your tears are collected and your sorrows are not ignored by God. As Hannah prayed, “the Lord is the God who knows.”<br />· She had hope- With God there is always hope as His character is One that often reverses human circumstances, humbling the proud and exalting the humble.<br />· She knew God heals- More specifically, she knew healing was found in the Lord as she said, “It is not by strength that one prevails.”<br /><br />I have a temporary handicap. I just learned typing this note that I can no longer naturally type the letter “I”. This is a loss. Yet the Lord prompted me to let this serve as a reminder not to allow my focus to remain on “I” but on Him- a lesson I need to keep coming back to. Thanks to the Lord that in the midst of our losses, which we all experience in life, He provides nuggets of hope and healing ready to be found.Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-30834415941294721802010-05-29T20:56:00.001-07:002010-05-29T20:57:30.148-07:009 MonthsToday marks 9 months since we said "hello... goodbye" to our Emily. We miss her very much, and Jesus is slowly healing our hearts.Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-79985100715273070582010-01-15T15:43:00.000-08:002010-01-15T15:48:35.894-08:00Agony and IronyHave you ever found God hard to figure out? His Words are true and his character unchangeable, but sometimes His ways are not understandable or predictable. Overall, I am thankful God is bigger than any box I might have for Him… but admittedly not so much today.<br /><br /> Outside of a few family members and friends we had not yet announced our exciting news that Laura was pregnant. The timing was a surprise but our joy was immense; we felt like the Lord was blessing our family after a season of testing (the due date was August 28th, the day before Emily’s one year anniversary). The pregnancy seemed strong, Laura did everything right, and we were fervent in prayer (the daily prayer of the kids: “Lord, can we keep this one?”).<br /><br />Sadly, our announcement now is simply that we are not out of the valley; our “one more shot” at having another baby came to an end yesterday with a miscarriage. The Lord clearly has another plan and we carry another wound. We are not sure how to process this one other than seeing again the Lord does not always put the grieving in a protective bubble to fend off further pain (remember Job?). We would appreciate your prayers. <br /><br />Agony aside, in a weird twist of irony as my wife was having a miscarriage my sister was having her first baby. I mention this good news as we asked for prayer for baby Clara previously on this blog. The latest news is that Clara is healthy, chunky, and a fervent eater. We are thankful that all is well.<br /><br /><em>“For my ways are not your ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9</em>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-2132828573665099512010-01-02T08:42:00.000-08:002010-01-02T08:47:50.510-08:00Ordinary Privates<div align="center">“… We want to prove to ourselves that we are lovers on the grand scale, tragic heroes; not just ordinary privates in the huge army of the bereaved, slogging along and making the best of a bad job.” </div><div align="center">C.S. Lewis <em>A Grief Observed</em><br /><br />I read this quote by Lewis on the final day of 2009 and was struck by how true his statement was of me. I confess that there were (are) times I thought nobody else loved a daughter or experienced a loss like we did. In all sincerity, please forgive me. On one hand I know nobody loved Emily like Laura and me (naturally), so we grieve her more than others. But that certainly doesn’t mean we grieve more than others in general. We all face troubles of many kinds and grieve in our own ways. And so, we want to continue writing on this blog in the New Year as “ordinary privates slogging along,” and not tragic heroes. There is only one hero, Jesus Christ, and words shared here desire to point to Him as the true source of hope and healing.<br /><br />“Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No one serving as a soldier gets involved in civilian affairs- he wants to please his commanding officer.” 2 Timothy 2:3-4</div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-48465154092066194902009-11-29T21:35:00.000-08:002009-11-29T21:48:04.992-08:00Missing Her<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today marks 3 months since Emily’s birth. She has been on our minds and hearts all day; really this is not a whole lot different from any other day. We have noticed with the holidays upon us that the hurt is only heightened and the void we feel is only deepened. We don’t say this feeling sorry for ourselves, but what is it about silent nights around a softly lit Christmas tree that makes us miss Emily all the more? As we celebrate the birth of Christ this coming month we know it will be all the more important to focus on the Child God provided as opposed to the daughter He chose to take away. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As an aside it has been an encouragement to meet E & A and T & L recently. One of these couples recently lost a daughter to anencephaly and the other is expecting a son with the same condition. With anencephaly being such a rare situation it is surely the hand of the Lord that has brought them into our lives. They have been a blessing to us and we admire their strength in the midst of heartache. </span></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-20360575740154849052009-11-03T18:13:00.000-08:002009-11-03T18:56:22.067-08:00The Process of GriefI've heard it said that grief comes uninvited and is never in a hurry to leave. This has certainly been true in our lives. As the weeks move by since our daughter's death we still, as much as ever, miss our little Emily. <div><br /></div><div>Recently I (Ryan) have been a little surprised to find myself really tired (bedtime at 8 pm sounds great), emotional, and unfocused. I don't sleep all that well and often rehearse in my mind any memory I have of our experience with Emily so I can somehow ensure myself I won't forget. In a weird way I am experiencing some of my deepest moments of sadness now, months after Emily's passing. </div><div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think my experience is unique, especially from other men who have endured a tragedy. As men attempt to love and lead their loved ones through a difficult experience their own opportunity to grieve is often delayed. For me in the months prior to Emily's birth and the months after her death I ran on adrenaline and I ran cover for my family. And now... well, I'm not able to run anymore. I feel rather stuck. And so I'm going to be still and grieve and pursue my God as the One who encourages hearts, heals souls, and holds the broken together. I would appreciate your prayers.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">How Great is Our God!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>On another note... we recently learned that my (Ryan) sister, Cortleigh, and her husband, Jim, who are expecting their first child, received news late in the pregnancy that their little girl, Clara Grace, is in rather serious danger. Cortleigh is now living at the hospital under continual care and testing. Please pray for strength for this dear family and healing for little Clara. </div></div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-82337489783266439912009-10-21T12:19:00.001-07:002009-10-21T20:35:36.570-07:00Defining Pro-Life: October 21, 2009Recently Laura and I found ourselves discussing the topic of abortion. Immediately we were reminded of when we first learned of Emily's diagnosis of anencephaly and the undercurrent of expectation from people that we would continue the pregnancy and not choose to induce early; after all, we are Christians and, therefore, we are Pro-Life.<br /><br />The painful irony of our situation with Emily was that the choice about life had been made by her Maker; barring a miracle she would not live long in this world. As the parents we were not consulted on Emily's development and having an abortion was never one of the options given to us from the medical community. We desperately loved (and still love) Emily, but the source of our pain was that keeping her was not an option for us. The ugly reality was that whether we induced labor sooner or chose to do it later, the outcome would be identical.<br /><br />The Bible is clear, in our opinion, that the giving and taking of life belongs to the Lord and our role, as followers of Christ, is to protect and invest in life. But it isn't always so simple. And at its core it certainly isn't political. It was the Lord that led us to continue with the pregnancy and surrender the whole situation to Him. This doesn't make us great and we didn't do it to raise a political Pro-Life flag.<br /><br />We wholeheartedly believe in protecting the lives of the unborn and applaud those who invest time in this important effort. And as followers of Christ we wonder if we shouldn't also broaden our notion of being Pro-Life beyond fighting the practice of abortion?<br /><br /><br /><ul><li>What if being Pro-Life also meant being intentional to invest in the lives of people around you, whether your spouse or child, your neighbor, a co-worker, or the widows and orphans? Lord, forgive us when we forget that all of life is precious and we passionately fight for the unborn but neglect the born.</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>What if being Pro-Life also meant we cared as much about people being born-again as we do about people being born? Lord, forgive us for when we are timid, unwilling, or simply do not care enough to share You and your love with other other people. </li></ul><p>Life is precious- all of life. Losing Emily has helped us embrace life as the treasure that it is. It is our conviction that as followers of Christ we are to live with this kind of perspective and this kind of passion. </p>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-71322039040197629662009-09-29T11:05:00.000-07:002009-09-29T11:07:03.394-07:00One Month: September 29, 2009A month ago Emily was born, not into the cradled arms of her expecting mother but the tender hands of her loving Savior. Each day since has brought its share of heartache and hope. It has also continued to be a time of refining in our lives.<br /><br />Before Emily’s birth I wrote in my journal, <em>“Emily is not the only one who is dying. I believe there are things that God wants to kill in my life, things that do not bring him glory. As Emily is peacefully surrendered to the will of God in her circumstance, so I want to be surrendered as well under the Lord’s leadership. Death brings life. I can see many areas in my heart that I need God to deal with.”</em> Selfishness. Anger. Wanting to be in Control. And the list goes on and on...<br /><br />These weeks of refinement have also been weeks of grace and experiencing God’s gentleness. More than ever we can see that surrender to Christ is not about giving up or giving in, but giving over. Amazingly, He wants our junk and He wants our hurt and He wants to do something beautiful with the mess.<br /><br />Our first month without Emily had been a clumsy experience for us; we grieved in awkward ways and in awkward moments. We also experienced the peace that passes understanding as God, with all gentleness, showed us rough edges in our lives. It would seem a cruel season for God to refine a couple, yet it also has shown us just how much He really cares. His fingerprints are all over our lives right now and we couldn't be more thankful.Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-70030217095036252942009-09-17T10:52:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:58:40.308-07:00Emily Jean's Story: (Turn off blog music at the bottom of the site before watching the video)<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyU5AZ4JREP4QNh0n78bKUL9UptE5Q8e9jG4pJch4HfoakFi_uy3vX-VXMg6bnLFLg9cIANMusWZcRTwhrM-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-3189230611507540312009-09-14T15:30:00.000-07:002009-09-14T15:54:23.659-07:00Staying in the Game: September 14, 2009<div align="center"><em>"Teach me how to live, O Lord." Psalm 27:11 (NLT)</em></div><br />It is incredibly ironic how the death of our daughter, Emily, has taught us more about life than any other experience.<br /><br />For example, I can remember sitting in on one of Laura’s pre-natal appointments when our doctor described the idea behind the movie <em>Click</em>, which we have not seen. Apparently the movie is about a man (played by Adam Sandler) with an amazing remote control that allows him to fast-forward through parts of his life that are painful or undesirable. The lesson learned from the movie is that gutting out these difficult seasons of life takes away the best parts of living.<br /><br />Truly, grief comes to all of us. Many of us navigate though life avoiding any situation or relationship that carries the risk for hurt. But the truth is that grief comes to us all uninvited, and is often never in a hurry to leave. It is only a matter of time before it is our "time to mourn" (Ecclesiastes 3:4). A constant challenge for Laura and I these past several months has been to be willing to engage in our season of struggle and not instinctively search for an escape. I would say we have had moderate success.<br /><br />A primary motivation for staying in the game for us has been the desire not to miss out on anything God was intending to accomplish as a result of Emily's life. God led us to carry Emily full-term and not induce early, and a big part of this difficult decision was based on this desire. Yes, we desperately wanted and prayed for a miraculous healing for our daughter. Every ultrasound appointment we wondered if this would be the day the doctor would be speechless to explain that Emily was completely normal. I remember within weeks of finding out about Emily’s condition the Lord impressed on Laura’s heart that we needed to be surrendered and allow Him to define the miracle. Our faith became less about demanding a change in our circumstances and more a broken posture of surrender to Christ. For weeks we reminded ourselves of the words of Mary after her world was turned upside down with the news that she was pregnant with the Son of God: “I am the Lords servant… May it be to me as you have said” (Luke 1:38). For whatever it was worth and with whatever determination we had inside we intended to stay in the game, no matter how much it all hurt, and discover what treasures the Lord had in store. This is still our heart's desire.<br /><div align="center"><br /><em>“And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness- secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name.” Isaiah 45:3</em></div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-64109891318712605352009-09-11T09:06:00.000-07:002009-09-11T09:45:31.979-07:00It's Been a Week: September 11, 2009<div align="left">"It's been a week."<br /><br />Laura's words this morning snapped me back to the previous Friday, the day we said our final goodbye and Emily's casket was lowered into the ground. In kindness people have often asked how we doing, but this simple question is a difficult one: how are we supposed to be doing? We manage to get up each morning and find our toothbrush so I suppose that counts for something.<br /><br />In all seriousness the Lord has been our help each day. We are eating, sleeping and taking care of our responsibilities, but there are those moments- those unexpected mule-kicks in the gut when all the hurt storms back and knocks the wind out. All it takes is a quick glance at Emily's handprint hanging on our wall, hearing her name, or a flash memory of her long fingers or toes and we are right back in that hospital delivery room freshly grieving the loss of our daughter. Yesterday I (Ryan) met with a friend I'm discipling at a coffee shop and all he asked me was how I was doing. I wish he wouldn't do that... people sipping their lattes around us began to stare as two men wept.<br /><br />Tonight Laura and I are going on a date and we are going to bring Emily flowers. Its been a week.<br />___________________________________________________<br /></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>“We loved you so much that we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well, because you had become so dear to us” 1 Thessalonians 2:8 </em></div><div align="center"></div><br />On another note, it has been encouraging to see how the Lord has been using Emily's brief life to make an impact. Whether from this blog or the unfolding of relationships (this person know that person, etc.) we have had incredible conversations and opportunities to minister. One example is that we have been invited to share next Tuesday our story to a group of medical students at the University of Colorado. Laura is getting her doctorate degree in a medical field and I can hardly spell anencephaly so I think she will do most of the talking. We appreciate you prayers.Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-22533057356765176342009-09-06T20:45:00.000-07:002009-09-06T21:43:34.575-07:00A New Normal: September 6, 2009It's all over.<br /><br />Friends and family have left town. Weeks of anticipation (37 to be exact) followed by a birth, a death, a burial, a service... and now it's quiet. Very quiet. Last night we found ourselves each clinging to one of Emily's blankets and rolling memories of the previous week through our minds. We were not good company- not even to each other.<br /><br />I find it interesting that, as a pastor, I am privileged to walk with people through their grief. I've officiated funerals for both the young and the old and attempted to provide people with a biblical perspective and encouragement during these occasions. But now that I am the one going through the grief I'm far less certain- not in the truth of God's Word but how to move forward in life. How do I return to a normal routine? How do I move forward? When am I allowed to feel joy again (without feeling bad that I feel good)? I even carry the fear that remembering how to go about daily life again will mean the forgetting of Emily. I sense that normal, from this point forward, will be redefined. It must be redefined.<br /><br /><div align="center">Lord, would this new normal become nothing short of a deeper love, broader dependence, sharper holiness, firmer faith, and more passionate worship of you. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"Teach me how to live, O Lord..." Psalm 27:11a</div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-64358838760528771402009-09-06T20:16:00.000-07:002009-09-06T20:32:07.066-07:00Celebration of Life Service: September 5, 2009Laura and I want to thank the many that helped make this an unforgettable day: our family who drove or flew in from various parts of the country, our church family at Broomfield Community Church (you are amazing!), our friends, and Stapleton Fellowship Church. A special thanks also to Pastor Dean Hill, Pastor Ben Blackiston (Laura's dad), George Seitz, Fred Stricker, and Mark Cicotello for sharing during the celebration. Finally, thank you to all that came out to join in the celebration.<br /><br />Below is a letter we wrote that was read during the Celebration. It attempts to capture our hearts...<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Well Done, Emily</span></strong></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;">We want to begin by thanking you all for your love, support, encouragement, meals, prayers, hugs, emails, and cards. You and many others have been a major part of how the Lord has under girded us as a family to give strength for the day and peace through the night. Thank you.<br /><br />Our deepest desire this morning and our entire journey with Emily is to spotlight Jesus Christ through our experience, not to spotlight us through something God has allowed to happen. We have not suffered more than most, but our time with Emily, although brief, has forever changed our lives. She never spoke a word but made the loudest statements. She brought nothing into this world and took nothing out of it, yet she has made a lasting impact. </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />Laura and I have been asked from time to time if we ever questioned God why this happened. Our short answer is “no” but this certainly doesn’t mean we easily accepted the fatal condition of our daughter. J. Vernon McGee offered an illustration that helped us keep our focus on the miracles God was looking to accomplish through Emily. He wrote,<br /><em>“There is a custom with shepherds in the Alps. In the summertime when the grass in the lower valleys withers and dries up, the shepherds seek to lead their sheep up a winding, thorny, and stony pathway to the high grazing lands. The sheep, reluctant to take the difficult pathway infested with dangers and hardships, turn back and will not follow. The shepherd then must reach into the flock and take a little lamb and place it under his arm, then reach in again and grab a lamb and place it under his other arm. Then he starts up the precipitous pathway. Soon the mother sheep start to follow and afterward the entire flock. At last they ascend the torturous trail to green pastures.”</em><br />Our Great Shepherd, Jesus Christ, chose to reach into the flock and pick out our Emily, His little lamb. We believe He did not do it to rob us but to lead us out and upward. He has richer and greener pastures for us, and He wants us to follow. And we will follow.<br /><br />There were many things our little girl could not do. But one thing Emily did do better than anyone I know is worship- she brought pure pleasure to God. She was and did exactly as her Maker designed her. She has graced our lives, brought color, and provided us an example. We will miss Emily everyday of our lives; we long to see her again and when that day comes to simply say “thank you.”<br /><br />We love you, Emily. Well done. </span></div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-13014241050015588202009-09-04T20:15:00.000-07:002009-09-04T21:03:45.889-07:00A Final Goodbye: September 4, 2009This morning we said our final goodbye to Emily. Honestly, this was the moment we dreaded most; it took a lot just to get out of bed this morning and into the car headed for Mt. Olivet Cemetary. How do you say goodbye to a daughter? How do you say goodbye when we hardly got to say "hello?"<br /><br />But for all that shook our hearts and hurt to our core about this day it was a beautiful time that we will never forget.<br /><br />At 10:30 am we were able to view Emily's body once more. Her little casket was so small. Family and dear friends joined us in the viewing room; a lot of hugs were shared by all. When our time was running short the room was cleared and Laura and I were able to say our final goodbye. We thanked the Lord for our Emily; we feel so honored to be the chosen parents for this precious little girl. Laura and I each wrote our own letter to Emily, which we took turns reading. After drenching a handful of kleenex tissues we tucked the letters into the casket and the lid was shut.<br /><br />Laura's dad, Ben, who is a pastor from Michigan, did a beautiful job leading the brief graveside service. He read from 1 Corinthians 15, Revelation 21, and Psalm 23. After a time of prayer Emily's body was committed to the Lord in anticipation for the coming resurrection.<br /><br />Yesterday Laura and I went out and picked flowers at a nearby Berry Patch Farm, which we sorted and tied into five different arrangements. As the service closed Sean (6), Megan (5), and Alayna (3) each grabbed their bouquet and, along with Laura and I, we arranged them around Emily's coffin. Our kids surprised us as they each melted into tears and spoke how much they missed their sister and wanted her back. They were incredibly tender and expressive, which was beautiful to see.<br /><br />Thank you, Lord, for all your gifts, big and small, and for being loving in all you do.Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-44677228681742254722009-09-03T19:52:00.001-07:002009-09-03T20:18:20.900-07:00Strength in Weakness: September 3, 2009Tomorrow we will say our final farewell to Emily at Mt. Olivet Cemetary. How do we say goodbye to her when we barely had the chance to say hello? We know the Lord will give the strength we need.<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"My help comes from the Lord the maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 121:2</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>"Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the Lord will be with you." 2 Chronicles 20:17</em></div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-18208285033338885182009-09-02T13:09:00.000-07:002009-09-02T13:15:31.020-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong>Celebration of Life</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><em>Emily Jean Whitson</em></span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Saturday, September 5, 2009 at 10:30 am</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Broomfield Community Church</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">255 Miramonte Blvd. Broomfield, CO 80022</div><div align="center">Map: <a href="http://www.broomfieldcommunitychurch.org/">www.broomfieldcommunitychurch.org</a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Questions: 303-469-5984 </span></div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-55057202400628208792009-09-02T11:05:00.000-07:002009-09-02T11:35:32.302-07:00Live in the Beauty of Today: September 2, 2009Emily's personality is showing up everywhere. Her impact on my (Laura) life- she showed me how to live brighter and louder. When I would normally choose something that would match my wardrobe or house for the next 10 years, Emily would say (via my complete taste change during pregnancy)...<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"turn up the volume, have a little fun, spice it up, make it loud, celebrate life, make a statement that means something, and no, it doesn't have to match, you don't have to like it tomorrow- </em></div><div align="center"><em>live in the beauty of today."</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="left">She/ her life showed me that today's gifts are not guaranteed tomorrow. This was the only pregnancy that I learned to thank God for the inconvenience, the challenges, and the discomforts. There was beauty in all of them because Emily was there, her strong heart was beating, and she was kicking and growing and reminding me to capture every moment. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Today is Wednesday, and for the past 20 weeks I've been calling Wednesdays her birthday...today she would have turned 38 weeks. I miss her so much. Today I've been hanging onto Psalm 145:13 "God is faithful to all His promises and loving toward all he has made." He loves us, and this is part of his love... sometimes love says "no". I don't understand why He said "no" to us keeping Emily with us, but I know that He sees the total picture and I trust His love. I am so thankful that I know exactly where Emily is, and because God watched His own Son die on a cross for me and instead of me I know that I will see her again and that He will continue to be faithful to His promises of being my Healer, Comforter, and one who restores. </div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-60309902054211553822009-09-01T20:58:00.000-07:002009-09-03T20:18:49.195-07:00A Mother's Goodbye: August 31, 2009We asked to see Emily one last time. God kept whispering to my heart, "It's time"- a time to hang on and a time to let go. It was time to let go. I had experienced her during pregnancy, pre-labor, her birth and death, but I now had her sweet body to hold- and I only had a couple days- but now I had to let go of that. <div><br /></div><div>I checked out her precious hands, knees, and feet for the longest time and then when I went to put the delivery blanket over her, my hand was on top of hers (with a blanket in between) and my heart could not move it away. The floodgates of my heart burst open and I cried so hard to have to say goodbye to her precious hand that I will never get to hold again; to those little feet that will never kick me again; to that precious body that reminded me of the power of a lightening storm. It was goodbye to our precious daughter that I've loved before conception- that I prayed for constantly- that I pleaded with God for, that I so feared losing even after she was gone. </div><div><br /></div><div>With one call of the nurse, a final wrap of the blanket, your dad and I prayed and thanked God for you and the gift you are to us. The nurse came in and I nodded my head that we were ready- even though we would never be- and we stood as if to honor you, Emily, as the nurse wheeled you out of the room and closed the door. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was the first time I felt like I was completely shattered and was going to crumble to the floor. You deserved a trumpet fanfare, or salutes, bouquets of flowers, and a huge angelic exit... I am proud of what a strong fighter you were: only 1 in 1,000 odds that you would have anencephaly, only 1 in 10,000 odds you would survive to the 16th week of pregnancy. But you made it past the predicted 32 week marker and went to full-term. You kept hanging on; you kept kicking. I will miss you everyday for the rest of my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Goodbye, Emily Jean. </div>Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-77575026673544035522009-09-01T11:58:00.000-07:002009-09-03T20:19:07.991-07:00The Next Day, The Next Hurdle: August 30, 2009<p class="MsoNormal">The morning light woke us at 6 am. We couldn't have taken in more than a few hours of sleep between nurse interruptions and memories of the previous 24 hours racing through our minds. As Laura drifted back to sleep I went to the room window and flatly stared at the parking lot below. I noticed the flags were at half-mast (in respect to Sen. Edward Kennedy) which I took the freedom to assign the honor to my daughter.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The unfailing love of the Lord never ends! By his mercies we have been kept from complete destruction. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each day. I say to myself, 'The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him!' The Lord is wonderfully good to those who wait quietly for salvation from the Lord. And it is good for the young to submit to the yoke of his discipline... Can anything happen without the Lord's permission?" </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Lamentations 3:22-27, 37</span></p><!--EndFragment-->Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293355288788975619.post-29284589077007942392009-09-01T11:24:00.000-07:002009-09-03T20:19:25.605-07:00Emily's Day: August 29, 2009<p class="MsoNormal">August 29<sup>th</sup> was an unforgettable day in our lives marked by God’s incredible provision and abundant love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p>Laura checked into University Hospital for an 8 am induction still mulling questions if this was the right decision; we did not want to get ahead of the Lord and His timing for Emily's birth. To our shock Laura was already 6 cm dilated! This was such a gracious gift and encouragement to our hearts to know that this day was exactly the time God wanted Emily to be born. </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>A little after 9 am our doctor arrived to do an ultrasound. Humorously, Emily was swimming around the womb; she would not stay put in the appropriate birthing position. It was fun to see her again on the ultrasound screen. A few hours later Laura's new best friend, the anesthesiologist, arrived and soon Laura was feeling much more comfortable. Without the need to breathe through contractions we grabbed our Bible and began to read underlined verses throughout the Psalms. It was so encouraging to be reminded of God’s character and love. After the 150<sup>th</sup> Psalm Laura gently closed her eyes and fell asleep.</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Not long after 1 pm Laura’s brother, Tim, surprised us by flying in from Chattanooga, TN. It was so good to see him. Our visit was short as the medical team jumped in at 1:30 with another ultrasound and the breaking of Laura's water. Emily shared her disapproval with some swift kicks to Laura's side; her swimming days were over. Within an hour Laura reached 10 cm dilation (all without induction) and was ready to push. God was so gracious to us throughout the day, guarding and guiding Laura at each step. </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">We waited a good 30 minutes before Laura began the process of pushing. During this time the kids arrived in the room for a quick "hi" to Mom. Finally, a few minutes past 3 pm it was time for Emily’s birth so the room was emptied except for 3 doctors, our nurse Christine, the Neonatologist, and myself. With our hearts focused and anticipating meeting our daughter (every parent knows this feeling) unbeknownst to us Emily gave Laura one last soft kick goodbye only a minutes before her birth. A few pushes later Emily was born (3:16 pm).</p><p class="MsoNormal">When I (Ryan) first saw her I knew she was gone; she was silent and limp. Emily was placed on Laura and, following a heart check by the Neonatologist, she was declared dead. These words and the reality of the situation hurt more than we could have ever imagined. After catching our breath we began to study her little face and body: a bruise on the left shoulder, a thick, stout frame, and the cutest little mouth. They quickly provided a hat to cover her head wound but we didn’t care when it was exposed- we loved every part of who she was.</p><p class="MsoNormal">After a few minutes I (Ryan) was able to hold Emily for the first time. All I remember is that we danced and I told her how much she is loved. After awhile we brought Sean, Megan, and Alayna in to meet their sister (as well as the photographer from Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep- D.L. & K.R. you were amazing!). They each took a turn holding Emily. The kids also brought out the birthday presents for Emily and gave them to her: a duck from Sean, a tiger from Megan, and a doll from Alayna. </p><p class="MsoNormal">After a few hours we were moved to another room in the hospital. I only mention this as it was a sweet highlight for me (Ryan) to be able to bring Emily to the new room. For a brief time I had Emily away from the medical environment of the birthing room and we were able to have a father-daughter stroll. I walked slow. This was one of my moments and I took it in as a priceless treasure. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness- secret riches. I will do this so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name." Isaiah 45:3</span></p><!--EndFragment-->Ryan and Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080768784675656350noreply@blogger.com1