tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415766182421516146.post7464520619818204545..comments2023-10-30T06:11:25.102-04:00Comments on Samuel's Heart: Growing, Trusting, and RememberingKatAphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16237933553147533784noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415766182421516146.post-23414253397400081452009-11-17T11:26:29.641-05:002009-11-17T11:26:29.641-05:00Thank you for continuing to share your thoughts an...Thank you for continuing to share your thoughts and feelings. I feel closer to God each time I read them. Praying.<br />MelanieThe Moore'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14405165922736919495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415766182421516146.post-76099506102103536202009-11-16T21:53:23.124-05:002009-11-16T21:53:23.124-05:00In light of the seriousness of your post, I hope y...In light of the seriousness of your post, I hope you won't take my comment as disrespectful, but your post reminded me of a story and I would like to share it with you.<br />In the final days of Samuel's life, when I was glued to your blog for updates, my consuming prayer was that you and Bryan would get to hold Samuel. Garrett was born by unplanned C-section and I didn't get to hold him until about 5 hours after he was born. That was hard for me, so I couldn't imagine weeks without holding Samuel. Reading your words about the horror on top of the blessing of getting to hold Samuel reminded me of when Garrett was born (bear with me for the comparison!).<br />I had longed for a child for a little over 2 years before we were able to conceive Garrett. By the time we reached his due date, I had placed motherhood on such a high pedestal, I couldn't even reach it! And then so many of my dreams were "crushed" right from the very start. His birth was nothing I had planned. Short of some life-threatening thing, it couldn't have gone more opposite of my expectations. After almost 2 days of "labor" I found myself staring up at the bright lights of an operating room as they coaxed my reluctant, enormous first child from my womb. When the doctor held him over the drape for my first glimpse of my miracle child from God, something dropped on to my cheek. Something gross.<br />I should have known right then and there that mothering my sweet boy (and later, girl) was going to be nothing but gross moments interspersed very occasionally with moments of pure joy and blessing.<br />It was an interesting and very unexpected reminder that we very much dwell in a fallen world. I am always struck when in those precious few moments when we are blessed to get a glimpse of God's glory, there is always a reminder of the harsh reality of our broken world. I have no doubt that Jesus walked in your midst that August morning and you glimpsed a bit of heaven, but at the same time you held the broken body of your beloved son. And that's a very hard balance to come to terms with. As long as we make our homes here, the brokeness of this world surrounds us. But our hope is that it only surrounds us, not overwhelms us. And that one day all the broken, gross things of this world will be our past.<br />Be patient with yourself Kathryn. You are doing just fine. And our Lord is so, so proud to call you His daughter. And He is taking care of your little boy until you can get there.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15137668233714251664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415766182421516146.post-62471011760336690372009-11-15T15:04:24.780-05:002009-11-15T15:04:24.780-05:00I never ever have words after reading each post. ...I never ever have words after reading each post. But I do have abundant thankfulness for your witness to His love, provision, and healing. I'm seeking to be more thankful for the slow, sometimes painful, humbling sanctification process... To be wholly His in every way is my desire and I'm praying for grace in this. I need Thee every hour... that was actually a hymn I listened to daily when praying for Samuel in August. Thankful for His fullness in every grace and thankful to see it so clearly in your family's life and faith. I love you.Kristen Sharphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04067133647460535830noreply@blogger.com