I can almost see your baby fingers.
I can almost taste your baby toes.
Gone in an instant it wasn’t slow.
It went by too fast.
A blink of an eye.
I wish you were here.
Oh how I wish you were here.
Gone too soon.
Loved so much.
Now you know
How loved you are.
How loved you are.
If you follow us on Facebook, you may already know of the tragic loss that struck Danielle’s family last week.
Thursday night, Danielle was notified that her son, Brian, had unexpectedly passed away.
I don’t have to explain to you how devastating this has been for Danielle, her husband, and their daughters. Having never lost a child that I have held and nurtured, I cannot even fathom the pain. My siblings are living, so I don’t know the anguish that the girls are tormented with. We do all know that it is a horrible thing to have to experience though, even if we haven’t been there.
All of us at Raising Sticky Hands to Heaven consider Danielle a dear friend. She is known for stepping up to help others in time of need. Just a few months ago she rallied others together to donate crafts and activities to a hospital where one of her daughters is receiving treatment. They were running out of supplies for their children’s program because their funds were low. The Borrelli family made sure that it was taken care of though and was able to bless the program with an abundance of items, thanks to many that were able to give.
If it were one of us in this situation, we know without a doubt that Danielle would go out of her way to help the one who was hurting. I can’t even count how many times she has reached out to me during hard times, just to let me know I was loved.
More than anything, the Borrelli family needs prayer during this difficult time and the journey ahead. Please please PLEASE, keep them in your prayers.
If you feel lead, we have created GoFundMe page to hopefully help offset the burden of the expense that has come up. On top of the cost of arrangements, the family has had to travel and spend time away from work. No gift is too small as anything is a blessing. We do not have a set day to close the page, so if you are unable to help right away the page will still be open. The family is set to be the ones to withdraw the donations, so you don’t have to worry about anyone filtering anything out.
I want to emphasize that none of them have asked us for help. This was something that we decided to do behind the scenes. (We did ask her if it was okay first, though.)
Again, please only give if you feel lead. We know that many are unable, and that is why I want to highlight, again, to please keep them in your prayers as that is what the Borrelli family needs most right now.
Do you know how blessed I am? I am very blessed. I have had two healthy pregnancies with easy labor and delivery, resulting in two perfect and beautiful little girls. I am so thankful to have never had to know the gut-wrenching pain of a miscarriage or loss of a child, and I selfishly pray that I will never have to. Yet, I have unfortunately witnessed many friends and family members, even acquaintances, endure such heartbreak. I have seen the tears and hurt, while many others endured silent sorrow. Some never seeing their precious baby outside of the womb, others able to meet their sweet baby, only to have to let them go. In fact, one of the saddest funerals I have ever had to attend was that of a darling little girl who lived a meager 19 days. Parents, family, and friends were overcome with grief and there was only one pallbearer needed. I watched as her Daddy carried the smallest casket I’ve ever laid eyes on to a grave that had been dug much too soon. We may never know or understand why God chooses to allow these things to happen, and the only bit of comfort I’ve ever been able to offer to those in mourning is the realization that they will be able to see that loved one once again in heaven.
I’ve always heard people say, “You have to go through this trial, because one day you are going to help someone else having to go through the same thing.” I know there are many of you out there who have probably dealt with the grief I’m talking about, possibly even dealing with it now. I went to high school with a girl named Krystal. Krystal is now married and has a daughter, Lyla, and a son, Wyatt. Wyatt, however, was silently born and is now with her only in spirit. I don’t even want to imagine what I would do if I was in the same situation, but I admire Krystal and the way she chooses to get through this chapter of her life in a positive way by honoring the memories she has of her son. I believe she will truly be able to help someone that may have to go through the same thing. She inspires me to make the very best of what my life is and not take anything for granted.
Krystal has recently started a blog in honor of Wyatt and this journey she has had to face. With her permission, I am sharing a link to her blog, because I feel it may be of help to some of you who understand exactly how she is feeling. I am also asking for all of our readers to help us pray for Krystal and her family as they cope with their loss. Feel free to check out Krystal’s blog here http://www.kdforgey.blogspot.com/
“For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it.”
A year after my mother passed away, my daughter married. A few months afterward she was expecting a baby as her husband embarked upon his three-month internship for his college degree. He was to make the 2,000 mile trip and get settled while she stayed with me the first couple of weeks, then she would fly out to join him.
It was bedtime when I wandered into the living room to say good night. As I did she casually told me he had arrived safely and really loved the area. “He would be interested in taking a position and living somewhere out there,” she explained. I don’t believe I flinched, though my heart sank to my toes. I made a graceful exit and headed to the bedroom.
My husband was sound asleep so I felt my way in the dark to find my Bible. I slipped into the bathroom for some light and sat on the step beside the tub to cry. The only way I knew to express myself to the Lord was to be direct and that’s how I proceeded. “God we’ve got a problem,” I candidly prayed. “I need to talk to my mother, but You had this bright idea to call her home. Now what am I supposed to do?”
Mom had a remarkable gift to speak a “word in season” that would calm my troubled spirit. My only daughter and first grandchild could potentially move thousands of miles away and if ever I needed a word in season, this was it.
Then I desperately flipped open my Bible and had one of the most amazing experiences of my life. The Scripture leaped off the page from Mark 8:35. Then, as if we were sitting at the kitchen table, I heard Mother’s voice in my head. I could visualize her leaning in with her hand gently patting the page as she began to explain, “Let me tell you what this Scripture means,” I heard her softly say. “The Lord knows that Kimmy is your life and always has been. But God is a ‘people mover’ and He strategically places them around the world where they can be utilized for the Kingdom.” I heard her continue, “He’s asking you to lay your life down for His sake. But it’s your choice. You can pitch a fit and get a bear hold on her and refuse to let her go. But she could be living on the other side of the wall and not be yours. On the other hand, as long as she is in the will of God, there is no distance that can take her from you.” In those few moments, “I got it.” I allowed myself to cry through the night, but by dawn I washed my face and prepared to lay my life down.
So far, I have been spared… she has lived within a reasonable driving distance. But as a result, it has been a joy to watch first-hand as she has grown and matured in God, standing on her own two feet, becoming what He has called her to be.
I realize from the moment God loaned her to me, she was really His all along. But as a young mother I spent my time cleaning the “sticky fingers” without seeing the big picture. He could see it all along. The sticky fingers were mine to care for, the calling on the one whom those sticky fingers were attached, was His.
I learned a valuable lesson that would serve a young mother well to realize now. Because in order to keep your life, considered it a privilege—for His sake—to lay it down.
To learn more about Lona (pronounced like Donna with an “L”) please visit her website at www.lona.org. She has an amazing testimony that you will be nothing but blessed to read about!