Reposting from my own archives: When L. Raised His Hand

The post that follows is something I wrote about a few years ago, as I was remembering the events in our family in December of 2008.  Our little boy was three and a half, and we didn’t know we were going to have a little A yet!  I’ve edited it a bit so it makes more sense in the details, but the story is just as special to me as when it all happened…

Christmas has always meant happy times with family, singing beloved hymns and songs, anticipating the giving and receiving of gifts, eating favorite special foods, and ever since I was a little girl, retelling the story of Jesus’ birth. As I’ve grown up, each of these parts of the celebration has become sweeter and more meaningful.

At Christmastime eight years ago, there was more to anticipate than usual: in early November of 2008, I found out I was pregnant…with twins. After we had gotten past the initial surprise (no twins on either side of the family), we found ourselves nervously excited, knowing that what God had begun, He would carry through to completion, and meet our every need along the way. The anticipation heightened, however, as we made repeated trips to our doctors, each time expecting to hear those heartbeats. Our team of doctors was “cautiously optimistic” when they noted growth on the ultrasound, even though there were no heartbeats. Finally, after more and more frequent visits to check on the progress, our “day” to know what would happen became December 24, Christmas Eve. We had decided we wanted to know before Christmas, and at that point, in our hearts, I think we already knew what we would hear.

Even though we had prepared ourselves for that news, of course it was still crushing. We still sobbed. Even though we had only been aware of these tiny embryos for about six weeks, they had carved a special place in our hearts. And even though those hearts never did beat, I still remember the feeling of life within me during that time.

Because we serve a God of surprises, a God of mercy, a God of love, the story doesn’t end there, and I’m happy to say, it gets better. Hours after that last appointment, after comforting hugs and Kleenex from our doctor, after trying to keep things “normal”, especially for L, who was three and a half at the time, we did what we would normally do on Christmas Eve. We went to church.  We lived outside of Tampa at the time.

Since it was a “special” service, there was no childcare or classes for the little ones, so L sat on my lap for the entire service. After our pastor finished his message, he explained how each of us could find hope and life forever, through Jesus. He instructed all of us there to close our eyes for a moment, to think, to pray, and to simply raise a hand if we wanted to have Jesus in our heart forever. Amidst all of the emotion of the day, I remember sitting there so thankful that V and I had already, years ago, chosen to follow Jesus and have him in our hearts. What hope! What comfort! What joy, what meaning, what love!

But wait…it got even better. As I smiled and opened my eyes, what should I see, but my sweet little L on my lap, with his hand up in the air. Now, L had learned about Jesus from infancy and had told me at home sometime earlier that year that he did in fact want Jesus in his heart. I knew that already and rejoiced as I knew he understood some of these glorious truths. But to see him raise his hand, on that night, when my heart was so raw and in so much need of a burst of joy…I couldn’t help but just cry. No, I would never get to hold those little babies till I got to heaven, but how perfect of a gift to know that my precious son, living and breathing and wiggling on my lap, had caught glimpses of the deep, deep love of Jesus, and wanted that in his tender life. I could not have asked for a better gift. (God did add to my joy by granting me another pregnancy two short months later. That’s our little A, and she just turned 7.)

It is a bittersweet story, but as I remember that day eight years ago, I can say that the “sweet” far outweighs the “bitter”. I haven’t sent out any Christmas cards this year, but I pray for everyone who made it this far in this story, that you would have open hearts to the gifts God wants to give to each of you, for they are greater than we could imagine. And as I remember that time of our life as a family, I remember vividly how so many of our family and friends lifted us up in prayer and gave us great comfort. We are blessed indeed.

In the years since this loss in our lives, I have come to realize just how many friends and family have also gone through some form of pregnancy loss.  My heart aches with you, and I pray that there is peace covering those wounds.  They don’t necessarily heal quickly.  I have found one website to be very helpful that you also might want to check out:  www.stillbirthday.com  –Its help and services come from a Christian perspective, but no matter what your faith background, it is a safe place to grieve, connect, and converse with others going through similar trials.  My very first blog post here was also about the twins we didn’t get to meet: Six Weeks

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6 comments

  1. Oh, I love stories like this that are tragic but have a happy ending. Of course, you made it a happy ending by seeing how blessed you were with that simple act of L “raising his hand!” A beautiful story that reminds me and I’m sure others of how lucky they are!

    1. So glad for happy endings.

  2. I am so sorry that your family did not get to hold the twins here; and I am so glad that you have a happy ending and will hold them in Heaven. This deeply touched me as I have experienced early pregnancy loss, too. I’ve dreamed that I met them in heaven and it was such an awesome dream! I named the first one “Hope”. A year later I was pregnant with my now 17 year old.
    Blessings and hugs to you dear friend ~ Wendy

    1. What a great dream that must have been. I know watching my little A. is even more special because of how soon her life began after we had to tell our tiny twins goodbye! We don’t know why some doors close and others open, but I’ve seen enough to know that God is worthy of our trust in all things!!

      Little A. and I celebrated life and health today by jumping, climbing, and sliding together at an indoor bouncy play area earlier! Lots of big smiles, and a new hole in the knee of my jeans!

      Hope your day finds you close to the giver of all good things, friend! –Alison

  3. Reblogged this on Running the Race and commented:

    I haven’t posted anything new in a long time. I still love to write, but life keeps the wheels turning in many different directions these days! Here is something I wrote two years ago, to remember something that happened three years before that! Joy triumphs over sadness when we have a living hope!

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