Eleven
Posted on January 4, 2017 by Blake Leath
< Repost from 2006 >
Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
Dearest Will,
I write this that I may know you; that I may explore you. Mommy feels you every day now in her tummy. Writing to you has helped me feel you better myself. I will write to you all the days of my life, and only wish you could sit on my lap to listen to your Daddy’s silly thoughts. I give you now the first few pages.
Along with a constant request for peace, Mommy continues to also pray for a miracle if that is what God has in store. Mommy has tremendous faith, never underestimates God, is great about ‘not putting God in a box,’ and wouldn’t be surprised in the least if you jumped out of that womb you’re in and did a dynamite cartwheel across the room. Daddy is a Christian, but also a scientist, and so I pray for miracles all the time, but struggle with risking too much, for fear of being hurt or disappointed or just wrong. Daddy wants you to be just fine—better than fine, to be like your big sister Lauren, and I certainly know this is well within God’s boundless abilities—but I will likely continue to pray for the best and prepare for the worst. I think many, if not most Mommies and Daddies are like us in these respects.
Either way, you’re a miracle now. And that’s so much more than enough for both of us.
God bless you, Son.
Daddy
***
Five months of thankfulness, excitement, and daydreaming
Your being was an answer to prayer
We envisioned all the days of your life, even praying for your spouse
Knowing you’d complete our family, we were so very content
We envisioned the little things… Daddy couldn’t wait for you to try Mommy’s red cake
Mommy couldn’t wait for you to distract Lauren
Grandparents were poised to strike—and spoil you
Cousins were scheming for sleepovers and shopping sprees
Lauren was elated—in her mind, you were always a sister—
She had many adventures in store for you, and couldn’t wait to play dress-up, pillow-fight, or cuddle before the tv screen with popcorn and apple juice in hand
You would be her best friend, a listening ear, lifetime co-conspirator and confidante
The two of you would somersault all over one another, and sprint and squeal… bare feet padding around the kitchen
And you’d chase butterflies among the flowers
Lauren loves butterflies, because they’re beautiful and zippy
Daddy loves butterflies, because they are reminders of beauty emerging from darkness
But Mommy—(in fact, everyone)—said you were a BOY… and everyone was right
But I’m getting ahead of myself…
At your twentieth week, everything changed in an instant
Lauren in tow (dressed to the nines)
Camera in hand
It was “gender day”—and palpable excitement filled the air as we entered the Doctor’s office
Quietly, carefully, introspectively… Dr. Riegel studied you
Whispering in Lauren’s ear, “It’s a sister.…”
We would learn later he was wrong about THAT
But for the time, Lauren was elated
“It’s a SISTER!” she shouted
Though the Doctor was wrong about the gender, he was right about the rest
In a serious and saddened tone we hadn’t anticipated, he gently spoke implication-rich words we hadn’t heard before—Gastroschisis, Omphalocele, Trisomy
The room blurred and spun
Mommy and Daddy were faint
A referral was scheduled to see a Man who might know more
Lauren was aloof
As your sister hopped to the car, Mommy and Daddy stumbled
Two days until Thanksgiving, and a sucker punch to the gut and an uppercut to the chin
Back home, dear Will, Mommy and Daddy in separate rooms… keyboards clicked and clacked
Mouses roared
Research occurred
Best case, worst case, likely case
OPTIMISM
PRAYER
HUGGING
REALISM
TEARS
SILENCE
DARKNESS FELL
The remaining days of your life imagined—so many possible outcomes
The remaining days of our lives imagined—everything lost
What of our plans… What of Lauren… What of your existence…
Time to process
Come to terms
Get a grip
Turn it all over to God
SIX ANGUISHING DAYS LATER
Someone watches your sister as Mommy and Daddy go seek answers
We see the Man, Dr. Albert
He is very patient, and kind
Careful, deliberate, thorough
For a very long hour, he looks at you—all of you
Mommy and Daddy peek through a pixelated veil and fully absorb your earthen brokenness
The full sum of it is incomprehensible
Belly, Brain, Heart, Hands… Chromosomes—the very slab of your foundation
Beyond expectation, beyond explanation
Beyond repair by Dr. Albert or any of his friends
In four more months, you will be born in Heaven—or become God’s Will within moments after being born
We left the Doctor’s office shaking
Crying
Hugging and Walking at the same time
Beyond denial, beyond anger, beyond bargaining
No depression… only heartbreak
Heartbreak for you
For your life and what we thought was supposed to be
For our plans and hopes and dreams and aspirations for your life
But God is grace
And by removing all concepts of “healing” and “miracles” and “life saving surgeries” and “therapies” and “ifs…”
Mommy and Daddy are left with no illusions
With no deals
With no alternatives
With no sums of money that can be raised to solve this
With no savior Doctor to be found here on Earth
We are constantly in conversation with the Master Physician
And peace floats in like fog under the door
And yes, it certainly transcends understanding
And yes, it is mostly constant
But not always
Each day has its share of moments
Of slips
Of darkness
Of all-consuming sadness that embraces Mommy and Daddy
But we struggle and break free
Through prayer
Through laughter
Through phone calls and e-mails
Through the smiles of friends and strangers
Through people—many of them strangers who melt into friends—they see Mommy sad and ask, “May I pray with you?”
Through men who see Daddy coming down the hall and twist a shallow handshake into a full-blown, pin him down HUG
But little Will, this is not about Mommy and Daddy
The curiosity… the awkwardness… the tragedy—do not warrant attention on us
And yes, little Will—as special and wonderful and loved as you are by so many… this is not about you, either, my Son
It’s bigger
It’s universal
It’s humanity… and eternity… and one of so many signposts
My personal epiphany… that while each person’s grief may be unique, our collective pain is universal
This year alone, there will be another one-hundred-and-twenty-five infants with your circumstances in this country
And hundreds and thousands who have conditions at birth that are even worse
And looking around the world, Mommy and Daddy see Billions (not millions) of people who have it very bad indeed
Mommies and Daddies who have no hope or who have lost too much to feel anything but bitterness or grief
Men and Women who desperately want to be Mommies and Daddies yet cannot
Babies who have no Mommies or Daddies
Children who suffer under the hands of those who live in Darkness
Children who lose their way or never grow up because no one showed them where to go or how to get there
Children and Mommies and Daddies and Men and Women who struggle each day because their bodies or minds have somehow failed them or been hurt badly in an accident
Babies whose bellies are bloated by emptiness
Innocents who deserve salt and light, yet are fed a daily ration of hatred, resentment, evil, or outright ignorance
Families who survive… never living… and who do not see the Sun
So many stories of misery, Will, that we can neither imagine nor comprehend them all
We cannot, in our own arrogance or ignorance or independence or frailty, make much sense of them at all
But be happy and hopeful, because our little family, dear Will, is going to be okay
We have the answer that works
We have Jesus
And we have food
And we have shelter
And we have friends, and family, and even strangers who support us
And however limited, we have answers, and instruments, and some knowledge…
But more importantly, we have faith
And hope
And so much love it cannot be contained
It cannot be measured
It cannot, however vivid one’s mind, be imagined until it is seen
And felt
It is palpable
It is sweet
It is, in some moments, the majority of what we have left to comfort our little family—
To cover ourselves like a blanket that is heavy and welcomed
This love is all that matters
All that ever did, or ever should, or ever will
Or ever can
And you—well, you know how much love this is—
Because you have Jesus too
He’s right there with you
He was there when we took the camera
He was in the darkened room with Dr. Albert
And He was in places Mommy and Daddy never thought of—
He was here before Forever and Always
He was there when Mommy and Daddy “planned” for you
He was with us when we prayed as a family of three expecting a fourth
He was there when we prayed fervently for your health rather than a gender
He was cradling you, week after week as Mommy and Daddy were happy, and hopeful, and ignorantly blissful
He was in Lauren’s eyes as she believed, “It’s a sister.”
He was even with you as your body failed to become what it must in order to be what the Doctors call “compatible with life”
He was with Mommy and Daddy in the many spinning rooms and silent car rides to and fro
And in the kitchen, as we stared out the back windows at the dying grass… the lawn which, just days earlier, we had imagined you running across to chase your sister with a water hose
And God was with us in the darkness of night
And in the quiet bed that accompanied our understanding of your conditions
And in the mourning that still sometimes perforates our peace
But fortunately, there is Sun
And a Son
And a Son
As darkness succumbs to Sunlight
Our mourning succumbs to joy
As God lost His dear Son—gave Him… fully, knowingly, lovingly
We will lose you too, dear Will
And for what?
Ah, that is the inexplicable joy
Yes, sometimes the joy is beneath the tears and sadness
But there is no refuge here for anger, bitterness, resentment, or what if ’ing
Mommy and Daddy have no room in their hearts for these
Our hearts are already full
Overflowing
There is the deepest current that runs well below the surface
It is calm, and steady, and strong… and warm
And it fills our hearts so forcefully that sometimes we almost cannot breathe
This joy is not trite
It is not trivial
It is not transient
Its source is Jesus, whom you know all too well—and have, for all your life
It feeds the masses who thirst
It satiates
And Will, how it flows
It flows to places we cannot fathom
It fills the voids we do not see
That we do not know
It encompasses the hearts that would otherwise pump shallowly, if at all
And wondrously, its abundance knows no end
The more who thirst, the stronger it grows
The more who pray, the faster it flows
You’ll know this better than we, for you’ll be with Him eye-to-eye sooner
But so many people have prayed, are praying, will be praying for you
Not dozens, not hundreds, but THOUSANDS
Family who know your story all too well
Friends, whose ice cream and cookies and flowers and cards populate our freezer and adorn our home
Neighbors and Pastors and Acquaintances and Clients and Sorority Sisters and Fraternity Brothers and Contractors and Landscapers and Builders and CPAs and Financial Planners and Lawyers and Colleagues and Oil Men and blue haired grandmas and long-lost relatives and the Mailman and the Computer man and the UPS man who brings so many boxes lately…
And elder boards, and deacons, and kind men and women in roles we can no longer recall
And young boys and girls on the brink of knowingness; of understanding the many new words their Mommies and Daddies whisper about the Leaths and their little unborn son
And entire Churches
And as I write this today, you are still just 22 weeks old—Thanksgiving has come now, Christmas is coming soon, and Easter won’t be far behind them
And God is not finished
Sure, He’s not “just getting started,” but He is most definitely NOT FINISHED
He will do what He has intended to do all along—
Before Mommy and Daddy were where you are now
Before Daddy saw Mommy sixteen years ago
Before we saw our wailing Lauren eye-to-eye and held her and counted her toes with our fingers for the very first time
We are reminded, dear Will, that God is perfect
What God does is perfect
You are perfect
These skins we wear to cover our parts, these parts we carry to run our pipes, these pipes that busy themselves to fill bags and filters
They are for Earth
We’ll shed them, some of us sooner than later—but for most, long after they’re wrinkled and stretchy and saggy and baggy… or too tight to house all the meals we’ve had
But for you, Son, God has other plans
Not better, not worse, just different
You are certainly among a minority, and among a chosen few whom He calls to His lap sooner than we’d wish
As I see it, Heaven needs children too
There’s only so far that gold streets can take a person
And all the rooms in the greatest of mansions delight the senses for only so long
Noah and Abraham and Sarah and Ruth and David and Joseph and Mary and Peter and Paul and the hundreds of others we’ve learned from or honored…
They welcome the laughter of newborn children in Heaven too
They relish the forthcoming pitter patter of feet and the gleeful squeals and squawks, as we all do
And then there’s Papa
Well… he always wanted a grandson
And now that we’ve lost Papa early too… things make a bit more sense
We’re certain that Papa will be sad for Mommy and Daddy, but tickled pink to have you on his team
Papa was a ballplayer, and Daddy is not… so you’ll now play catch with a partner you deserve
And you’ll see lots of other people Mommy and Daddy have heard about, but never met
More family, famous people, funny people, young people, old people, silly people, serious people
But they’ll all be joyful people
And you’ll look like they do
There’ll be no need for that little body of yours—and they will have discarded theirs long ago
In Heaven, you’ll be able to run and throw and jump and tumble and swim like Tom Sawyer or an Olympian
And hug and belly-laugh and chortle and snort like old people
And eat great meals at cozy tables with people who love you so much, it’ll be hard for you to catch your breath
Best of all, you’ll be with Jesus and his Daddy—“God”
I won’t embarrass myself trying to explain all the background or their relationship
Instead, just ask anyone else there—they can tell you
You can get it “straight from the source” as they say
And while you’re there, playing with the angels and learning
Keep an eye on your big sister (she’s still really little)
And watch Mommy and Daddy
And all the others who pray… or who want to
Or who will learn to
Or who want to believe in God but simply can’t bring themselves to do so
Or who used to believe in God, but having lost their own Will, have lost their way
Or who would seek God if only their own will wasn’t in the way…
But, if I may ask, pray particularly strongly for Mommy and Lauren
Mommy will have a scar, and I’ll want her to remember your beauty more often than her pain
And Lauren is still so young, we’re just not always sure of the best ways to explain things and answer her many questions
We still have difficulty explaining wind and chicken and The Sound of Music… leaving us at an even greater loss explaining births in Heaven
This Spring, when the grass and trees and flowers wake up, Mommy and Daddy and Lauren will be planting a Laurel tree on the back lawn, to acknowledge our little girl and all she means to us
And we’ll be planting something in a special place for you too, Son
We’re not sure what, just yet—but it will definitely be beautiful, and we hope you’re still with us in Mommy’s tummy when we go outside to find that perfect spot
Either way, you’ll see it, come Summer, and it’ll really pop in the warm air and light
We will see you so very soon in your permanent new home, and in all your radiant, breathtaking glory
We love you so much, sweet boy, and can’t wait to throw our arms around you in what will surely be one of the tightest hugs on record
And to tickle you so hard you make funny noises
And to throw you high above our heads while you laugh and scream
And to get a special, personal tour of Heaven as your little hands embrace ours and tug us to see your favorite hiding places, and to meet your friends and teachers, and to taste your favorite foods, and to see your bedroom or wherever you greet the dawn
And to go where you frolic in streams or lakes or oceans
And to see where you pray, and where you record your thoughts, and where you sit in meadows on mountaintops strewn with wildflowers and cattails as breezes kiss your sweaty red cheeks
And… as much as anything, dear Will, be ready—because Daddy and Mommy, and one day little Lauren too, will definitely want you to show us the special spot where you go to chase those beautiful, zippy butterflies
***
Postscript
Our dear Will went to chase those zippy butterflies on January 4, 2006—one month after this Love Letter was written.
God is merciful and full of grace.
I write to Will every day, sometimes in my mind, often in my prayers, and always in my heart.
One day, when the constancy of my sorrow is fully supplanted by God’s tender mercy and restoration, I hope to write to Will again on paper, that his memory will become flesh in our lives and the life of Lauren.
Spring is coming soon
Mother's Day // May 14, 2006 // Dawn Leath
I would like to tell you about the most beautiful place I have ever been. It is not beautiful because of its landscape or scenery, but because of what it provides and what it allows me to be. Safe, secure and strong. However, this place is not without troubles or sadness. But by residing in this place, I am given all the tools I need not just to get through difficult situations, but to get through triumphantly. This beautiful place is in the majestic palm of God’s own hand.
John 10:27-29 says, "My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father’s hand."
I did some research on the word “palm” and found that the palm tree leaf was named for resembling the palm of the hand. The palm tree’s branches are a symbol of victory and the tree is described as “flourishing and upright, attracting the eye wherever it is seen.” So it is with the palm of God’s hand. This is the only place where true victory can be found. It is a place to flourish and stand firm and upright—attracting those around to the glory only he is worthy of.
Some of you are familiar with the events our family has gone through over the past few months... but few of you may know the other side of our story. At first hearing about the details, one might draw the conclusion that our story had a sad ending, but in fact, I would like to share with you the overwhelming joy and comfort that God has provided to our family throughout this situation as he has cradled us in the palm of His hand. First, just a little background…
My husband, Blake and I have been married for 13 years and we have a daughter, Lauren that is 3 ½. We found out we were pregnant with our second child in August of this past year. We were so excited and looking forward to having another baby after what seemed like such a long wait. As my pregnancy progressed, the familiar signs returned—nausea, fatigue, decreased appetite—signs I translated into assurances that everything was fine. However, at 20 weeks, during our visit to my OB to find out our baby’s gender, my doctor detected an abdominal wall defect and referred us to a specialist. After an hour long ultrasound, he detected a “constellation of defects” with our baby boy. He did indeed have an abdominal wall defect (his liver and intestines were growing outside his body), in addition, he had a brain defect and a heart defect. My amnio results would later confirm our baby had Trisomy 18—a chromosomal disorder that combined with the abdominal wall defect claims a mortality rate of 100% upon the birth of the child.
The series of events that would unfold over the next six weeks were nothing short of amazing. Blake and I received countless e-mails and cards—many from people we had never met. People reached out to us that had encountered similar situations and were so gracious with their memories and words of encouragement. I received calls from different women that had suffered similar losses that would support and encourage me almost every day through the remainder of my pregnancy. It felt as though God had a whole army of ambassadors perfectly timed and released for when we needed them most. As I prepared for today, I struggled with what to write, what to omit, what really matters and how can I best glorify God with the gift he gave us. I ended up with pages of details that although were very therapeutic for me to write, would take us late into the afternoon. So, I have settled on three main lessons I’ve learned that I’d like to share with you followed by a journal entry.
The first lesson: my life is perfect—it’s my circumstances that are out of control. This is a saying our family has adopted and quotes often. Our lives are perfect because of God’s generous gift of salvation. We’ve had a series of “out-of-control circumstances” over the past couple of years, but God has remained faithful and has delivered us stronger and more equipped through each one.
The second lesson: God does not put us through trials, he leads us. The lesson is that we must be submissive to his lead. I tend to be a slow learner in this regard but God is patient and forgiving.
The third and final lesson is a question: is it eternal? Asking myself this question gives me permission to let go of the things that don’t matter and focus on what does. When I am tempted to start worrying about something I simply ask “is it eternal?” 99% of the time, it isn’t so I let it go.
These lessons have not come without a price but I am grateful that God allowed me to learn them from the safety and security only his hand can provide. I would love nothing more than to share every incident with you of how God has revealed himself to our family over the past few months through his scripture, our family and friends, many of whom are here today. But for the sake of time, I will fast forward to our baby’s homecoming for that is the joyful ending…and beginning… The following is part of a journal entry that hopefully summarizes what God has led us through…
January 6, 2006
Dear Sweet Will,
Your little body was brought into this world two days ago around 5:15 AM. You were immediately brought back to our hospital room where Daddy was waiting for you. He would hold you close for the next few hours—memorizing every detail of your tiny features. You weighed 12 ounces and were 9 ½” long. Every little thing about you was delicate—your hands, feet, eyelids, nose, your head, your skin and your ruby red lips. You were perfect and beautiful in all the ways that matter. Daddy and I named you Will several weeks ago knowing that you were created to be God’s Will either from my womb or immediately following your birth. I will never forget holding you, so still and precious, while knowing at that moment you were very likely looking into the eyes of your Creator. You were so light, so delicate—but all the while I could not help but think about what a source of strength you were—and are. A perfect representation of God’s promise that he can use anyone according to his purpose and that his Will is purposeful. Your frail, earthly body reminds me of how strong God is when we allow ourselves to be weak. It is in this weakened condition that God’s glory is most evident and pronounced. You were born in Heaven, we think sometime last Thursday or Friday. The timing yet another detail planned and attended to by the Heavenly Father. That is the way our Father works. Immense grace and deliverance when we don’t even know what to pray for. For He always knows our needs and the desires of our hearts and his gift to us is the way he melds the two while refining a stronger faith in us. That stronger faith is now better equipped to handle His mixture of our needs and desires. It is a beautiful process when we step out of His way.
In closing, Is my life perfect? Yes. Are my circumstances out of control? Always. Is God here to lead me through those circumstances? Of course. Am I focusing on eternal things? That is the hard, ongoing question I must strive to answer correctly.
Blake and I claimed I Thessalonians 5:16-18 throughout my pregnancy and had it inscripted on Will’s headstone. “Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
Now that is eternal.