Comments on: two weeks later http://amandagroce.com/2009/11/two-weeks-later/ Before I even speak a word, you know what I will say (psalm 139:4) Thu, 08 Dec 2011 02:23:47 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Noelle http://amandagroce.com/2009/11/two-weeks-later/comment-page-1/#comment-229 Noelle Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:05:03 +0000 http://amandagroce.com/?p=253#comment-229 This has to be the most heartbreaking photo I've seen. I'm so sad for your little one, and praying for answers and peace for all of you. This has to be the most heartbreaking photo I’ve seen. I’m so sad for your little one, and praying for answers and peace for all of you.

]]> By: YaYa http://amandagroce.com/2009/11/two-weeks-later/comment-page-1/#comment-227 YaYa Fri, 06 Nov 2009 03:55:02 +0000 http://amandagroce.com/?p=253#comment-227 That night has to have been one of the hardest of my life. Watching as her dear baby brother was taken from her arms - no 5 1/2 year old should have to ever go through that kind of trauma. And yet I'm so glad that I was able to be there for Chloe. I wouldn't trade those horrible, precious moments for anything. I picked her up at the door when her Momma and Daddy left with Gabriel. I carried her over to the couch and sat down and held her as she cried and cried and cried, and I cried and cried and cried. The look on her face as she looked up at me is one I will never, repeat, never forget. All questions and no answers. Longing. I held her and wiped away her tears, and she wiped away mine. 35 minutes of utter mourning. Then I went to war for my dear granddaughter and her tender heart. I felt like she was in terrible danger - the enemy of our souls was using this awful situation to try to make an entry into her heart. I don't think my praying had ever been so fervent. I fought hard, and continue to pray for all of my little ones - that their hearts will be protected by Papa God as they continue to seek answers for what seems unanswerable. Thank God we've never lost a child, but as a grandparent the hurt is exponential. We grieve for our child as she grieves for her own, and we grieve for our grandchildren who were not to be with us. Hard doesn't even touch it. Neither does horrible. Pain. White. Hot. Pain. Longing for the hurt to ease for the child you bore, all the while knowing that the hurt she carries will never leave. I pray that Chloe, and her brothers Dylan and Ezra, will in time begin talking about their hurt and begin to ask questions that may or may not have answers. I also pray that I will be there for those precious, hard times. I love you all, YaYa That night has to have been one of the hardest of my life. Watching as her dear baby brother was taken from her arms – no 5 1/2 year old should have to ever go through that kind of trauma. And yet I’m so glad that I was able to be there for Chloe. I wouldn’t trade those horrible, precious moments for anything. I picked her up at the door when her Momma and Daddy left with Gabriel. I carried her over to the couch and sat down and held her as she cried and cried and cried, and I cried and cried and cried. The look on her face as she looked up at me is one I will never, repeat, never forget. All questions and no answers. Longing. I held her and wiped away her tears, and she wiped away mine. 35 minutes of utter mourning.

Then I went to war for my dear granddaughter and her tender heart. I felt like she was in terrible danger – the enemy of our souls was using this awful situation to try to make an entry into her heart. I don’t think my praying had ever been so fervent. I fought hard, and continue to pray for all of my little ones – that their hearts will be protected by Papa God as they continue to seek answers for what seems unanswerable.

Thank God we’ve never lost a child, but as a grandparent the hurt is exponential. We grieve for our child as she grieves for her own, and we grieve for our grandchildren who were not to be with us. Hard doesn’t even touch it. Neither does horrible. Pain. White. Hot. Pain. Longing for the hurt to ease for the child you bore, all the while knowing that the hurt she carries will never leave.

I pray that Chloe, and her brothers Dylan and Ezra, will in time begin talking about their hurt and begin to ask questions that may or may not have answers. I also pray that I will be there for those precious, hard times.

I love you all,
YaYa

]]> By: Heather http://amandagroce.com/2009/11/two-weeks-later/comment-page-1/#comment-223 Heather Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:22:31 +0000 http://amandagroce.com/?p=253#comment-223 This picture breaks my heart. I am just so, so sorry. The "whys" are so hard when they are left unanswered, but perhaps would be even harder if we knew the answer. We may not know the why, but we can be assured that God cares and feels our pain. It sometimes helps to think of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, asking God for another way than His death. As we all know, God didn't answer that request, He had to go through with it. In that moment, He understood what us bereaved mothers feel now. You continue to be in my thoughts and prayers. This picture breaks my heart. I am just so, so sorry. The “whys” are so hard when they are left unanswered, but perhaps would be even harder if we knew the answer. We may not know the why, but we can be assured that God cares and feels our pain. It sometimes helps to think of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, asking God for another way than His death. As we all know, God didn’t answer that request, He had to go through with it. In that moment, He understood what us bereaved mothers feel now.

You continue to be in my thoughts and prayers.

]]> By: Larissa http://amandagroce.com/2009/11/two-weeks-later/comment-page-1/#comment-222 Larissa Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:20:24 +0000 http://amandagroce.com/?p=253#comment-222 I don't know if a picture has ever broken my heart more than this one. I don't even know what else to say. We will continue to pray for all of you. I'm also trying to figure out a way to come visit soon. I'll try and call either tomorrow or Wednesday. Love, Riss I don’t know if a picture has ever broken my heart more than this one. I don’t even know what else to say. We will continue to pray for all of you. I’m also trying to figure out a way to come visit soon. I’ll try and call either tomorrow or Wednesday.

Love,
Riss

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