tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528331532701098999.post7617990730962207706..comments2022-11-24T06:16:33.276-08:00Comments on Isabel Hope: What does Isabel know?Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203335392569146951noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528331532701098999.post-75705853208413890262007-09-24T19:44:00.000-07:002007-09-24T19:44:00.000-07:00Thank you Elizabeth.Thank you Elizabeth.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01203335392569146951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528331532701098999.post-69556238854377605012007-09-19T11:29:00.000-07:002007-09-19T11:29:00.000-07:00dear Debra:i'm really not anonymous, this is eliza...dear Debra:<BR/><BR/>i'm really not anonymous, this is elizabeth, with whom you shared your story tonight... i just don't have a blog of my own and it was the only way to write...<BR/><BR/>thank you. your little girl is beautiful--as are your daughter, Sophia (hope i spelled her name correctly), and your two sons, whose names i don't know.<BR/><BR/>you have a very beautiful family.<BR/><BR/>your blog is beautiful and i love the beautiful pictures of Isabel Hope; she is soooo beautiful; so delicate, so fragile.<BR/><BR/>i remember you as you were knitting Isabel's or Sophia's hat. i remember your quietness, your seriousness--and your manner...<BR/><BR/>i sat by you at least one night--and i "joyed" in your description of your little girl at home, Sophia. i don't recall that you mentioned your little one... ...on "her way..."<BR/><BR/>but, in thinking over, at least the two nights i was in your presence, i sense her...<BR/><BR/>i wish i could have been there for you, in those hours--<BR/><BR/>your braveness, your perseverance, your pressing forward in such difficult hours...<BR/><BR/>i love your little girl--and thank you for sharing her with us tonight; for sharing your grief, your heart.<BR/><BR/>i am humbled.<BR/><BR/>i am well acquainted with griefs, with loss...<BR/><BR/>i'm so grateful that somehow--and i know your relationship with Christ (and i love your desire to become like Him, "Christ like" I believe were your words to describe the intent of your heart), "for in Him we live and breath and have our being," that through all you’ve been through, what you’re going through, you are here, here for your little girl, for your two sons, for your husband, for Christ...<BR/><BR/>and, too, that you are finding ways to “be there” for yourself…, this blog, your photography, your writing, your knitting, coming to knit night at Boersma's<BR/><BR/>and, i believe God is carrying you and your family--even in this…<BR/><BR/>i pray for your wellbeing, you in your mother's heart, your loss--and, you're absolutely right, it matters not that you have three remaining children, Isabel is still Isabel, independent, individual, precious, treasured, special, just like your others..., and as irreplaceable.<BR/><BR/>part of your family...<BR/><BR/>and, please, feel free to include her as such..., she will never go away from your family unit, ever...<BR/><BR/>ever.<BR/><BR/>cherish her there, share her there, honor her there--for in doing so, you will honor not only her, but you children here and now as they grow and develop.<BR/><BR/>among my losses, is my baby brother, Brian Stephen, who also died following his birth. he went on to be with the Lord in 1958, but he has been in my heart every day since...<BR/><BR/>and, i love his name. it's like "holy water" to me... (my roman upbringing!!!), or like "the oil of Lebanon," as the psalms describes wellbeing between siblings...<BR/><BR/>and, i still grieve his loss. that's not pathetic, or morose, or otherwise; i see it as a triumph, that his little life meant so much to me, that 49 years since his leaving us, he is still so important that I still grieve him--regardless of the fact that i know he is with the Lord...<BR/><BR/>after 49 years i have come to know some of the "whys"--though not all of the mysteries of his short stay here, but of his personhood & imprint on my life, i have never ever quit missing him--<BR/><BR/>nor ceased to honor him, wonder regarding him, and on one occasion "being given a glimpse" into who he had become as of the year--1986 (when my father died and saw him in a dream—though it wasn’t until awaking i realized what God has shown me, what i had been given to see:<BR/><BR/>--and, he wasn't a baby anymore, but a beautiful young man... welcoming my father...<BR/><BR/>into heaven..., together with my mother...).<BR/><BR/>Brian, like Isabel, was cherished, cradled, loved and entrusted... to a power greater than all of us...<BR/><BR/>...and remains a constant in my life. i miss him, miss knowing him; he is in Heaven, having blazed the way for all his other siblings, having gone before us...<BR/><BR/>and, he'll be there, probably more wise than those of us who remain…<BR/><BR/>my love, honor, prayers and support, Debra.<BR/>sincerely,<BR/><BR/>elizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com