We prayed for a miracle which God granted in heaven. Daily we walk the path of grief, ever leaning on Jesus for our comfort. Until we meet again Millie, always remember you are forever loved and missed!

Thursday, July 15, 2021

๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ณ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€

 ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ณ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€

~ 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 โ€˜her 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 โ€œOH 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 daddyโ€™s 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, โ€œHow 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.
โ€œ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€, ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต, ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ.
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฐ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป, ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ.
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฑ ๐—•๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ, ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—น ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ป๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ.
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฒ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ, ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ฑ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ.
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿณ ๐—”๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜, ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ. ๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ.
๐Ÿญ๐Ÿด ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€.โ€
~๐Ÿญ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐Ÿฐ:๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ-๐Ÿญ๐Ÿด
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 meโ€ฆ I do not know it all, but I am always willing to point you in the right direction.
Blessings sweet friendsโ€ฆ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜…,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜†ใ€€๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜…๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜†
I still believe in Millieโ€™s Miracle
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜† Hebrews 11:1 ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜†
๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟเญจโ˜†เญงโ€ฟ๏ธตโ€ฟ๏ธต


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