Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thankful

Tonight I was with my son as he was falling asleep and I was really frustrated because I had already left his room and he had thrown a huge fit. Which of course, makes me less likely to go back in because I don't want him to think he can get his way by throwing a fit! After a particularly sad wail I finally relented and I was laying in the dark, hugging my little boy feeling frustrated and irritable at anyone and everyone who could have possibly interacted with me today. I started feeling so sad. Why do I have to be so cranky all the time!? It can't be because of grief ALL THE TIME. It has to be a character flaw or something.

Well, in the spirit of changing my 'tude and softening my own heart. I want to take a moment to say what I am grateful for.

First I want to recognize the sweet innocent spirit who helped me to remember this. My little boy, who cried "Mommy!!" for ten minutes before I went in to lay with him. So desperate for my attention, so quick to forgive. Always quick to forgive. He has been such a strength to me, always loving me no matter how happy or sad or upset I can be. He is always willing to give me hugs and kisses and he is full of laughter. He just lights up my world. I hope I can have more patience with him. I've been much better this past week of taking the time to just be with him and listen to him. It has helped me to control my patience better. We've been reading scriptures together too and I know that has helped. I love him so much. 

I am also thankful for my little Brooklyn, our angel baby. She continues to teach me so much. I am so thankful that I got time with her. So many people don't get time with their angel babies. I am thankful for her sweet spirit and her love for Heavenly Father. I am so thankful for the way everything happened. I am so thankful I get her back again. I am so thankful I have so many pictures of her. Beautiful pictures. To remember my baby with.

There is another person I also am thankful for, my friend and companion, my sweet husband. He has been more than patient with me as I have tried to learn how to cope with everything. He is always thinking of me in the little ways and he is so patient with me when I forget this. The other night I was feeling so low. He spent over an hour just building up my confidence until I was in a much better news, laughing even. I am so thankful for him. He works so hard and he seems to play so little in comparison. And he is most often accessible to me and to my son. He is a great man. I am thankful.

I am so thankful to the volunteer groups and the medical professionals who bent over backwards to make our experience with Brooklyn the very best that it could be. Who took hand molds and free pictures and comforted me while she was living, and were very kind after Brooklyn passed away. I am particularly grateful for Heather, my social worker, and the NICU at the hospital where we delivered. and my Nurse Susan who was there at delivery.

My blood family would have to be next on the list. They have helped in many subtle ways. Their approach is not always seen, but always felt. My mom took a whole week off to help with my daughter and stayed up all night with her so I could get some sleep. Words can't express how wonderful moms are. And the rest of my family has been so loving and so supportive. They would be no matter what, but I feel it so much lately. I love them all so much. I am thankful for each one of them. All of my brothers, my sister, my sisters in law and my brothers in law. They are so good to us.

I am so thankful for my in-laws. I can't pick just one. They are such a good example to me and they have shown me nothing but love for almost three whole years. They are so generous with their time and their means and they show so much love to my son and daughter I could not ask for better family, indeed, or friends. They have been there through the good times and through the darkest of times and we have grown close over the last year for which I am grateful. Thank you.
I am so thankful that during a time when so many people want, we have so much. We have a home, we have food on the table and many sets of clothing. But most of all we have each other. We have the gospel of Jesus Christ and we have a loving Father in Heaven who sees all and knows all. He cares for us each individually and I have felt his love this past year. 

Take a moment, think about what you are thankful for. 

There is a hymn in my church that I love. It goes like this:

When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed
when you are discouraged thinking all is lost,
count your many blessings,
name them one by one
and it will surprise you what the Lord has don

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Faith! A Talk.

I was asked to speak in church on "Faith" using the Ensign article "Seeing the promises afar off" these are my remarks!

Today I would like to touch on a very sacred topic, I hope you don’t mind. I pray that the spirit may be with us so that we can learn together.
From the very beginning I knew my Brooklyn would be a very special girl. On February 7th 2013  she was diagnosed via ultrasound with a terminal condition. After subsequent testing the diagnosis was confirmed. Because of the complex nature of the condition no intervention could reasonably be enlisted. It was the worst news I had ever received in my life. My heart felt like it would break. Yet, at the same time I remember feeling the distinct impression that “Everything would be okay.”.
One might ask in light of the situation, “How could everything be okay?” In fact, I made mention of that question many times in one of my many prayers to God. It was incomprehensible to me that—somehow--through death everything would turn out okay. Yet the feelings of peace persisted. She would be okay.  
In the book of Mormon there is a story of a man named Enos. Enos was a righteous man and while hunting he was pondering on the goodness of God. And his soul hungered. This description is something I think we all can relate to. At one point in our lives we have felt hunger. It is a very powerful feeling when you are hungry enough. This “spiritual hunger” caused Enos to pray all day long unto God. Pleading for himself and for his people. God Granted his petition. Then he felt moved to pray for the lamanites who were an unrighteous, unrepentant, blood thirsty people. He prayed that they would have the scriptures and that they did not destroy them like they had promised. God told Enos that even if his own people perished the lamanites would receive the word and would be saved.

In enos’s words:
And I, Enos, knew that God acould not lie; wherefore, my guilt was swept away.
 And I said: Lord, how is it done?
 And he said unto me: aBecause of thy bfaith in Christ, whom thou hast never before heard nor seen. And many years pass away before he shall manifest himself in the flesh; wherefore, go to, thy faith hath made thee cwhole.


Anne C Pingree stated in her talk “Seeing the promises afar off”
“Faith, the spiritual ability to be persuaded of promises that are seen “afar off” but that may not be attained in this life, is a sure measure of those who truly believe. Elder Bruce R. McConkie expressed this truth in these words: “Faith in its full and pure form requires an unshakable assurance and … absolute confidence that [God] will hear our pleas and grant our petitions” in His own due time. Believing that, we too can “stand fast in the faith” today and tomorrow.



When we learned of this news, my soul hungered. I felt a driving force that brought me to my knees to struggle in prayer like Enos did. At first I prayed for a miracle. I prayed for inaccurate test results. I prayed for instantaneous healing. Then I just prayed. Soon after we found out the news Elder Bednar gave a talk for a CES fireside about  recently married couple. 3 weeks later the husband was diagnosed with cancer. Elder Bednar came to give him a blessing and before the blessing he asked him if he had the faith not to be healed. The husband and wife were faithful in accepting the will of the Lord and he was healed.  This resonated with me and I began to seriously consider the fact that my daughter’s condition would be fatal. As I continued to pray, I began to be okay with this. In accepting this diagnosis I was able to look beyond the difficult trial and begin to see the blessings that she would bring to our life. And all along the way the continued assurance that all would be okay.

I love the first book of Nephi, chronicling the journey of Nephi’s family in the wilderness. One particular time I really felt a connection to him was when he is asked to go back to Jerusalem to get the brass plates. Nephi makes three separate attempts to receive the plates, even at the risk of his own life. Nephi describes his trial in this way:

“And I was led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand the things which I should do.”

One year I attended girls camp the leaders had a special activity set up. A rope was attached to a tree and wound through the forest. We were blindfolded and told to “grasp the iron rod” and to  “Listen to the holy ghost” amid the other voices trying to tell us what to do. This activity became allegorical for my life and I reflect on it often. When I first began I heard a soft voice tell me “Hold on to the rod and don’t let go until you reach the end.” Suddenly there were many voices shouting, offering me rewards I might have walked away from the “Iron rod for” I was not fooled. I continued following the string for an indeterminate length of time when a voice said, “You’ve done it! You can let go now!” Holding on to the iron rod I felt relieved, I then began to let go, when suddenly I remembered that my instruction was to hold on until I reached the end. I faithfully clasped the “iron rod” and continued on my way despite the other voices telling me to let go. When I finally reached the end I knew it was the end and I received a candybar as my reward. I was grateful I listened to that still small voice.

Richard G Scott said in April of 2003
 “A fundamental purpose of earth life is personal growth and attainment. Consequently, there must be times of trial and quandary to provide opportunity for that development. What child could ever grow to be self-supporting in maturity were all the critical decisions made by parents? So it is with our Heavenly Father. His plan of happiness is conceived so that we will have challenges, even difficulties, where decisions of great importance must be made so that we can grow, develop, and succeed in this mortal probation.  Gratefully, in His perfect love, He has provided a way for us to resolve those challenges while growing in strength and capacity.”

Trials give us the opportunity to choose whether to listen to the other voices or whether to grasp the iron rod and push on toward the tree of life. If we do, our reward is much better than a candybar.

Anne C Pingree told of a trip with her husband to a remote area of their mission in the Ikot Eyo district in Nigeria Africa. The saints knew the appointed day but phones were scarce so no one knew the hour they would arrive. Many saints waited all day to receive a temple recommend. All of the members lived 3,000 miles away from the nearest temple in Johannesburg South Africa. None had received their temple endowment. Of this experience she says,
“When we arrived, I noticed among those waiting in the searing heat were two Relief Society sisters dressed in bold-patterned wrappers, white blouses, and the traditional African head-ties.
Many hours later, after all the interviews were completed, as my husband and I drove back along that sandy jungle trail, we were stunned when we saw these two sisters still walking. We realized they had trekked from their village—a distance of 18 miles round trip—just to obtain a temple recommend they knew they would never have the privilege of using.
These Nigerian Saints believed the counsel of President Howard W. Hunter: “It would please the Lord for every adult member to be worthy of—and to carry—a current temple recommend, even if proximity to a temple does not allow immediate or frequent use of it.”  In her hand, carefully wrapped in a clean handkerchief, each sister carried her precious temple recommend.”
She went on to say, “My husband and I tenderly recalled these sisters and so many other West African Saints on that remarkable day in April 2000 when President Gordon B. Hinckley said, “We announce at this conference that we hope to build a house of the Lord in Aba, Nigeria. Brothers and sisters, I testify that sometimes “miracles…confirm…faith.”

We knew that when we came to earth, this would be a time of testing. And it would be difficult. But it’s okay.

The Lord has said
 “I have decreed in my heart, saith the Lord, that I will prove you in all things, whether you will abide in my covenant, even unto death, that you may be found worthy.
“For if ye will not abide in my covenant ye are not worthy of me” (D&C 98:14–15; emphasis added).
The law of sacrifice provides an opportunity for us to prove to the Lord that we love Him more than any other thing. As a result, the course sometimes becomes difficult since this is the process of perfection that prepares us for the celestial kingdom to “dwell in the presence of God and his Christ forever and ever” (D&C 76:62).

Our little Brooklyn lived 20 miraculous days beyond birth with much difficulty.  Her whole life was an uphill battle. And yet, in her sweet innocence she never gave up faith, she seemed to be fueled with the fire of the testimony of God. Throughout the duration of our trial I found myself kneeling in fervent prayer to understand his ways “for his ways are higher than our ways”.  He never told me that she would die. I was never told how she would die or why she had to die. And when she passed away it was merciful and beautiful and poignant.

I learned that we can do hard things and it’s okay. There are some children who are not meant to remain on this earth. Some people who are called home, seemingly early. There is a greater calling for them on the other side. I will receive my daughter back one day, for that is God’s promise. I will not miss a single moment with her because she will be mine once more. During the difficult times, however, I must act in faith and remember to see the promises afar off. A glorious reward is waiting for me on the other side. Eternal life, eternal family, eternal happiness with Father in Heaven.

I was asked to bear a child and to return her to her Father in Heaven. There will be many things that we will be asked to do but if we have faith and hold to the iron rod, everything will be for our benefit and learning.

Jesus Christ was asked to bear all things. He suffered excruciating agony so that we would not have to. He asks us only to shoulder our burdens for a short time—with his help. There is not a burden he has not carried, a sorrow he has not wept for. He understand our deepest hurts and our most jubilant victories. He suffered and bled and died because he had a full vision of the promises afar off. He knew that we would receive all the promises of God but that some of the promises we would receive after this life.

The faithful words of the song Nearer my god, to thee, forever will ring in my heart.

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee,

There let the way appear steps unto heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee,

My little Brooklyn has gone on to her mission and we will rejoice when we are reunited. Through the ups and downs of life remember that it is not great feat to give into fears and sorrows. We have the ability to look forward with a perfect brightness of faith. Trust in the Lord for all of the promises he has given have been kept and they will all be kept. I testify to you that our trials do not have to break us, they can be a defining shape of our character. As we rise to the challenge of becoming whom we are capable of being God will bless us. no matter what you are enduring right now…no difficulty is so heavy that the Lord cannot shoulder it with you. He will lift your burden, give you comfort and help you to see the promises afar off. Turn to him, ask in faith. Knock and it shall be given unto you.
There will assuredly come a day when “All that was promised the saints will be given.”


I testify of this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

November 10th

Today I want to testify of the goodness of God. 

I spend so much time lately thinking of how much I missed out on with Brooklyn gone. I get embarrassed because I am grieving and other people see it. What's wrong with showing weakness anyway? Everyone has a weakness. I have many. 

Although, today as I was listening to talks by Neal A. Maxwell I came to realize something...

God is all powerful. God is Just. God is merciful and He has a deep and poignant love for us. 

I know that I knew this at some point in this last year and it's a believe that seems to reappear every couple of weeks...How on earth I could forget something so important? 

Of course there are times that God allows us to suffer, that's how we grow. We build character as we go through trials and tribulation. When we can't see our way through the fog, when we feel like the world is going to implode, that's when we can ask God for perspective. We can ask for comfort through the atonement of Jesus Christ. And He has always given it to me. Sometimes we have to bear it a little longer than we would have liked but God is just and He knows our breaking point and if we keep our promises to God and follow his ways there is nothing that we cannot handle without his help.

My sweet daughter Brooklyn was 4lbs and 3 oz. 16 1/2 inches tall. She was perfect. And through the beauty and justice of her birth I learned compassion, empathy, how to submit my will to the Lords and most importantly I learned that I can do hard things--and God will be my support. There is nothing I cannot do with His help. 

And another thing, I didn't miss out on anything. Brooklyn is waiting for me on the other side. In fact, I have faith that she is there every day I need her, encouraging me, keeping her brother safe, preparing our home for the next little baby to grace the walls of our home with their laughter and innocent spirits. Why should I mourn the passing of an innocent, who leaves this world as perfect as, well, a new baby... and enters into an eternal rest. not eternal death. not damnation. Eternal progression, eternal rest. Rest from the difficulties of this world and the tribulations brought on by ourselves and others. 

Every day for Brooklyn was difficult. Every day for 20 days. A baby who could not do anything for herself. Even breathing which is so natural and easy for everyone else was like climbing everest to her. And she was the happiest, sweetest, most perfect little person I have ever met. Everyone that came into contact with her felt the spirit of God and felt a little more perfect that day.

And that's the whole goal, right? To become perfect? To become like a child?

A child submits to the will of their father, Brooklyn was completely at our whims. And we loved her every moment that we could despite our fears, despite our pains and our anxieties. We would have kept her if we had the choice. But I believe that God, in  his mercy knew that it was time for her to come home. 

This is a God that creates billions of people, worlds, galaxies, universes and has his hand in all of them keeping them and blessing them to work in perfect harmony. He is more powerful than any power on this earth. He has offered us everything. And through His son He has offered a way back. Jesus Christ is the way. If we follow His commandments. Be baptized in His name, keep our promises to him and learn all we can from His gospel we can return to live with God. And all our family members.

Sometimes when I feel sad, I have forgotten this. I have to remind myself that God is a god of order. He is the same yesterday today and forever. If he can free the Israelite from Pharaoh and create life from matter, he can help me to have children and raise them without incident. And if an incident need occur...then we will get through it. 

I don't know if what I am saying makes any sense...all I know is that I want to be like Brooklyn. I want to be a good example of a disciple of Christ. I want to have faith that He will care for me as he does for the flowers that don't work for their food, for newborn babes who can't even hold up their heads. I want to have faith that everything in the world is right, and not that everything in this world is tragic.

I apologize if I rambled but know this. God lives. His Son is Jesus Christ. Through Jesus Christ we can return to heaven and be with our family forever. FOREVER! And I am so happy to have met my sweet Brooklyn. She taught me so much. She continues to be a life lesson that the Lord uses to teach me. 

:) Keep the faith everyone.

Courtney

Monday, November 4, 2013

The gift of losing a child

Today a student in my husband's class went in for an induction. Apparently several months ago they discovered their child had Trisomy 18. They couldn't find the baby's heartbeat on the fetal heart tone monitor and so they suspect the baby will be stillborn. Thinking about this situation I thought of these words:

Where has gone the pitter-patter beat
Predecessor to pitter-patter feet?

Words again fail to express the truly horrific feelings of the loss of my child. I just think of the agonizing wait to find out how bad off my child was and how likely it was that I would see her alive in this world. Not knowing which moment it would be that she would leave this world. I remember the moment I was told about her trisomy, as I've said before. In some ways she died that day, in my mind. My heart just breaks for this wonderful young mother.

We have truly been blessed in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We have been given restored knowledge that we can be together with our families forever if we keep God's commandments and the covenants we make in the temple. I know that I will see my Brooklyn again. This knowledge does not strip my experience with grief, it just emboldens me when I stare into the gaping jaws of despair. I know that there is hope. God is a merciful God and He will return to us all the things we lose in this life, only he will return them magnified and improved.

Sometimes I wish I could take other's burden's upon myself. I know that I can handle some things but I don't know what others can handle. I imagine that's how our parents feel about this difficult last year. It must be so difficult to watch your children go through a very hard trial, not knowing what they need or how to help or how to heal their hearts.

Thing is, we can't take on ourselves other's burdens, that's not a power that we have--we can't even handle our own burdens sometimes (although we can help shoulder them occasionally)! There is someone who can and will and does, however. His name is Jesus Christ. He bore every imaginable hurt, and he suffered for us in the garden of Gethsemane, all the way to Golgotha.

The question is not, will we endure difficult things. The question is how will we endure it? Will we ride into the wind on our raggedy mule, fighting the torrential rains (of seemingly hell itself) into the gates of heaven? Or will we fall, broken, hopeless and without faith?

Put your faith in Jesus Christ and in that God that gave you life. Fight. Push on. Do not give up. Sad things will happen. YOU CAN ENDURE. God gave you that power. He gave you agency. And He promised that He would help you through the Atonement of His Son, Jesus Christ.

When I heard about Kayla and her baby with Trisomy 18, now considered stillborn, I just wanted to...tell SOMEONE. I just wanted to be heard. It's so hard to tell someone who doesn't understand, because they don't know what to do with that knowledge. They don't know what to say or how to react. Sometimes I just want someone to hear that I am hurting. To know that I am not alone in this. To let myself remember that Others in this situation are not alone. And together we are strong.

And another thing. To have a perfect child that only needs a body to get into heaven, a child too precious to endure the wickedness in this world. Is the most painful blessing I have ever received. And I would do it all over again if I had to. I wouldn't have changed anything about her. She was hand picked by the Lord to return home. And I DO believe that. What a beautiful gift.

Thanks for listening.

My social worker's baby died just before Brooklyn was born. Here is her blog in case anyone would like more thoughts on losing a child. Her words are extremely insightful. And very honest. I appreciate how she deals with her grief. http://babytatumtime.blogspot.com

Love you all,

Thank you for your emails and comments.

Courtney

Saturday, November 2, 2013

A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words bring about anger

I go through cycles. Do you go through cycles? I most certainly do. It's bad when  realize I'm stuck in a cycle, it's even worse when others realize that I'm stuck in a cycle. And lately this cycle is making me very sick to my stomach. It is a self-destructive cycle of laziness and depression followed by a renewed sense of purpose and determination to change, back into laziness and depression again. I don't know if depression is the right word, but it feels like the right word for the moment. I notice it most in my house keeping. In the doldroms of my cycle I have no energy and I am sluggish and I don't clean or have the desire to clean and I am extremely short tempered. I probably don't eat well and I sleep okay but then, when does the mom of a toddler get as much sleep as she actually wants? Mmm...never.

It's normal to go through cycles, I get it. This time, however, it has really been frustrating. I am generally a happy person (Those who have worked with me in any capacity can vouch for me) and a kind person, but I feel like I am much less forgiving and the wick of my anger is much shorter than it used to be. I just have to wonder why is that? When I have everything I have ever wanted and more. Can't I just be happy with what I have? Do I have to act like red-faced-irritated-rhino?

Upon further reflection I think it has to do with my grief. I can't tell you how wonderful my good days are. They are so wonderful and so happy and so positive and I can be patient and understanding with my toddler, but then the bad days come like thunderstorms with near banging doors and ruffled feathers, hiss, spit and vinegar. I know that it's a problem. Sometimes I feel like I am hurting and I don't know how to deal with it because I don't feel like crying and I'm trying to be happy and move on but I don't want to and the emotional stress wears me out and then Bentley is STILL teething. Sometimes I feel like it will never stop--and he's starting to be openly belligerent...All this notwithstanding, it doesn't excuse my outlet of grief as anger.

Anger is so dangerous and so inappropriate. I know it is one of the stages of grief but it's one that I could do without. I am so sick at myself when I make a snide remark or I think an unkind thought, when I complain or initiate negative conversations I just feel so sick to my stomach, and then I want to cry. And I feel like everyone is so over everything that happened this last june. I know it was five months ago but it feels like yesterday to me.

And I never know if I want to talk about it or not. I wish people would stop asking me to reexamine my feelings.

I wish I really knew what I wanted.

:) perks of being a girl, I guess.

Anyway, I am reading lots of talks by the apostles of the church and I am going to start studying the life of Christ to try and help myself overcome this cycle of anger, sadness and frustration and return to my happy, content self. I know that Brooklyn is mine forever. I know that I will see her again. I know she is happy. I want to be happy too. For my husband and for my son, if not for myself. They don't deserve to see that side of me when no one else gets to. I love them with all my heart.

There is a hymn in our church hymn book, it goes like this:

 School thy feelings, O my brother;
Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
Do not its emotions smother,
But let wisdom’s voice control.
School thy feelings; there is power
In the cool, collected mind.
Passion shatters reason’s tower,
Makes the clearest vision blind. …
School thy feelings; condemnation
Never pass on friend or foe,
Though the tide of accusation
Like a flood of truth may flow.
Hear defense before deciding,
And a ray of light may gleam,
Showing thee what filth is hiding
Underneath the shallow stream.
School thy feelings, O my brother;
Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
Do not its emotions smother,
But let wisdom’s voice control.


I know that this is God's will for me, to learn to control my temper. If you are having a hard time controlling your emotions, I have a few recommendations.

Cooling your anger


As they say on Batman:

The night is always darkest before the dawn.

Courtney