Friday, June 25, 2010

Subject: Assumed

I'm going to be honest.

Not a day goes by that I don't ask why. And some days I stay there, soaking in the question and in the pain and start to feel very very sorry for myself. But some days, like today, I allow my mind to open up and wander heavenward. And I'm reminded that Titus is in a place of complete perfection. That he never had to worry with the things of this life and that he has reached the goal. And suddenly my longing turns from wanting him here with us, to wishing we were there with him. And that's the way it should be.

I've pondered how this post would go. I feel like I need to tell you all thank you because it's likely that if you're reading this, you've brought us before the Lord in prayer at some point in the last few months. It's said quite often, but truely, we could not be getting through our loss without you, your support and your prayer. We have been blessed by you. Please continue.

I'm starting to think that I could go on and on and on today. For your sake and mine I'll try to make this first post "back" managable. But I want to share with you a little of my journey.

I want to share with you because I don't want to forget. As we were driving back to Canyon after we found out we lost Titus I remember many many thoughts racing through my mind. One thought that I verbalized to Kent was that if we can't help someone else, if we can't encourage others some day who are in a similar situation or even just in pain, if we can't extract wisdom and knowledge of the nature of God from this experience, then it's all for nothing. And I'll tell you, that precious child was not all for nothing! We have learned the hard way to never never EVER compare your experience to anothers. Even if the same exact tragedy occured on the same exact day of the same exact year and you were wearing the same exact clothes. Noone is the same. The way we take in and interpret our pain is incredibly unique. However, after a while, it seems that the way we all should start to recover from loss and hurt should have a similar focus. A focus on things not of this world.

At the very beginning of March Kent started one of his Wednesday night classes with a question: Is it possible to always be joyful? At the time I thought, well, of course, we have better things to look forward to... yada yada yada. Little did I know that we were about to have a chance to cultivate an answer we were confident in. How is it that two of the strongest, most opposite emotions people feel can coexist? Joy and sorrow. I sit here and ponder that still. And all I can say is that when we first held Titus we were absolutely elated. Proud. Consumed. Awe struck. Everytime we'd call for the nurses the bring him in to us, we imagined being like any other parent that had just met their son. It's an experience that cannot be described in words. A miracle made by God. It's totally awesome. But ours was not the normal experience that parents have on the third floor at BSA. And that's where the sorrow enters. Deep, deep sorrow. I can't tell you the hurt. But always, always there with the hurt is the pride and the joy that we never knew until we met our Titus. Seriously, you think you're happy now, wait until you see your first child. It's crazy. And I still feel that way. Titus is in a much better place than we are, that fact and the fact that we got to be with him for a short time bring me the greatest joy I've ever known. But the fact that he is not here brings the greatest sorrow I've ever known. So, the answer to the question is yes. I think Helen Keller put it well: "What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."

We are doing okay. Very busy, as usual. There are up days and down days. We are better for knowing Titus and knowing that he is hanging with Jesus. We talk about and to Titus often. We are getting used to our "new normal". And it's an interesting journey. Some days I talk to God and ask Him to take care of Titus, ask Him for guidance. But some days I don't understand how an all powerful God allows this kind of pain and it's hard to find words to talk to Him. A place we've all been, I'm sure. We imagine how it would be if he was here and we imagine what he's doing right now, cozied up in heaven's nursery. We are charter members of a group in Amarillo, M.E.N.D. (mommies enduring neonatal death) http://home.mend.org/ . We are proud parents and love to talk about our son. And, yes, we do plan for Titus to have brothers and sisters, Lord willing.

Okay, I apologize for the length of this post, and thank you if you're still reading. I want to share just one more thing that is therapeutic for me...

I don't know about you, but I love music. Sometimes I think some musicians are really just poets who had to get everyones attention by playing an instrument just so they can get the words across. Music, to me, is spiritual, meaning it taps into a part of me that's hard to get to, limited access. If there is any strong emotion, there is a song that relates. In my opinion. So I want to share a poem. :)

Held
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held
A promise from God, by Natalie Grant.
Thanks for listening, I feel better. :)

11 comments:

  1. Brynn,
    This was beautiful and moving. Thank you so much for sharing your heart. Kyle and I love you and Kent so much and you are never far from our thoughts and prayers.

    Marta

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  2. I'm so glad that you shared this with us! You will continue to be in our thoughts and prayers.

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  3. We still think about you, Kent and Titus every day and pray for you. I am glad that you wrote this. We love you guys.

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  4. I have thought and prayed for you almost every single day of the last 3 1/2 months. I will continue to do so. And I also pray that should my faith ever be tested even a 10th as much as yours has, that I will follow your example. Love you.

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  5. This is beautiful and I love you all so much. Thank you for sharing your heart.

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  6. Brynn,
    Thank you so much for your beautiful words. Robby and I still pray for you and Kent daily and I often find myself thinking of Titus. It is a blessing reading these pieces of your heart and getting to witness the mercies that God has given you in the midst of your sorrow. May He continue to HOLD you and Kent both. May the thought of him holding Titus continue to bring you comfort and peace. We love you so very much.

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  7. Brynn, I am so glad to hear from you and know that you are exactly where you should be -- grieving, rejoicing, coping, looking ahead. Have you seen the pen and ink drawings of Jesus holding babies? They are precious, and I am SURE that is where Titus is right this minute --- rocking and being sung to, and talked to about his precious mother and daddy. Love you! Jill Moudy

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  8. Sweet, Brynn. This post is just beautiful. I could hardly read it for the tears welling up in my eyes. I think of you often and pray for continued comfort, strength, healing, love and blessings. The song you posted is one of my favorites and has held me through many dark days of wanting a baby. Praise God for His promise to hold you and baby Titus! He's rocking and singing to all three of you together.

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  9. You have more strength and courage than I'd think possible...we think about you both and pray for y'all as you walk down this path you're on...

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  10. Dear Friend,
    you know we love you dearly. Beautiful post!!

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  11. Brynn, Thanks for sharing your heart. It's is as beautiful as it has ever been and your faith and your questions are refreshing. I think of you and Kent often and many times Titus' sweet name comes to mind. I pray for you each time.

    I read a book recently, I Will Carry You. It was incredible and I wanted to share the title with you if have been reading lately. God bless you friend! Our prayers will continue for you to our Great God. Love to you.

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