๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐
~ A Worship Song
~ A Familiar Smell
~ A Routine Drive
~ A Funny Saying
~ A Silly Toy
You would be surprised how often grief is found in the simple, mundane areas of life. These triggers are often unexpected and different for each person. A regular morning commute can leave daddy crying in an instant when he hears a song about heaven. Laundry day often leaves me with an pounding wave of loss when I smell โher scentโ near our dryer. Seeing a pink haired troll doll on my walk through the store today made me think of Millie. I never even liked trolls, but she LOVED all the singing and dancing. I think she watched it on repeat for months. Any time I drive through the city near the hospital it is as if my van drives itself there. I have to remind myself not to exit any longer.
A while back my sweet husband told me to please share his part of the story. He does not really have time to write his thoughts and feelings, but they are no less than mine. His heart aches as he wakes each morning. Many days when I open my eyes, he is there just looking at her picture and missing his Millie. In spite of his faithful love and care of her, he too holds many regrets of things he would have loved to have done differently. In his car he has her picture on his dashboard so he can see her precious face and remember all their memories together.
Many times, as grieving parents we start out in a normal conversation, only to be a few sentences in when the tears start to fall. I have been so grateful for the love and compassion shown to me as tears trickle down my cheeks. I choose to embrace those tears. I refuse to be embarrassed by them. I refuse to act like nothing is wrong. I say her name often and refuse to forget my girl. Instead, I choose to decide how to best use my pain to bless others. Knowing that I understand allows other parents to reach out to me for comfort. I cannot fix their hearts, but I can offer that same compassion offered to me. I cannot change the circumstances of the past, but I can encourage them to use their remaining years seeking Christ. I can cry with them. I can offer hope that there will be JOY again in spite of the pain.
So, as I walk through life and those grief moments come up, know I will embrace them. I will tell you about a little girl named Millie. I will tell you how she smelled of baby powder, loved pink haired trolls, and would say โOH YEAH OH YEAHโ as she danced around. As I worship my Jesus with tears streaming down my face, you will know that it is because my heart is filled with gratitude that I got to be her mama. As you see me squeeze her daddyโs hand and whisper into his ear, you will know I am reminding him it is okay to be real, to share our hearts transparently with other. As you wonder, โHow do David and Courtney do this? How could I do this if it was me? How could anybody live through burying a child?โ remember it is because we lean heavily on our faith and trust our Father in Heaven. We have no doubt that a day is coming that we will be reunited with Millie in heaven.
โ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐, ๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต, ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐, ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ.
๐ญ๐ฐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป, ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐บ.
๐ญ๐ฑ ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ, ๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ป๐๐ถ๐น ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ ๐ป๐ผ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ.
๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ, ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐น, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐ฑ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ.
๐ญ๐ณ ๐๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐, ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ด๐ต๐ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ. ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ.
๐ญ๐ด ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐.โ
~๐ญ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ฐ:๐ญ๐ฏ-๐ญ๐ด
This passage reminds us not to grieve like all is lost. We will see believers and children who did not reach the age of accountability again IF we are believers. The day will come when the Lord will return. Every single person will acknowledge him on that day, even those that refuse to acknowledge him now. However, just because they acknowledge him on the day of judgement does not mean everyone will be his child. He will sift the redeemed from the unrepentant. He will judge us and without the blood of Christ covering our transgressions we will measure short. Trusting in Christ as your savior is the only sufficient payment for what is owed.
Verse 18 reminds us to encourage each other with these words. Are they confusing to you? Do you know Christ? Not about him, but know him personally? If not, I would love to talk to you about him. Message meโฆ I do not know it all, but I am always willing to point you in the right direction.
Blessings sweet friendsโฆ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโใ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
I still believe in Millieโs Miracle
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ Hebrews 11:1 ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ธตโฟ๏ธตโฟเญจโเญงโฟ๏ธตโฟ๏ธต
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