Be Ye Separate

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes!

Blessings!

   We've all heard that term, "out of the mouths of babes". It's more than just the bluntness of a childs thoughts, it's the honesty and forthrightness that a child has. We spend a lot of time helping our children learn when to say something and when NOT to say something. I wonder, sometimes, if that is encouraging them to be secretive or even to lie? I still have to ponder on that one:p That's not really what this is about.

   Over these past weeks I have been "out of sorts" for lack of a better description. It happens to me every year at this time. In fact, after 22 years you'd think I would recognize it for what it is and learn to do things to distract me. Or maybe it's the distractions that cause me to succumb to this mood? I don't know that I'll ever get that right but with the Lords help I get through lots of things. :)

   22 years ago, on December 3rd, at 12:05 pm, our little Cassandre Elizabeth walked into the arms of our Saviour, free of her earthly tethers. No longer in a body that limited her and bound her to this place.

   A day that I shall never forget for many reasons. In 22 years I have not forgotten the smell of her hair on that day. The feel of her body as she finally relaxed and drifted away from me. The quiet whisper of her last breath. All these things flood my senses as I finally allow myself to remember why I get melancholly at this time.

   I then get the sweet pleasure of remembering her. Taking out and sharing her pictures of her wonderful moments here that the Lord allowed us to have with her. Her smiles, her winks, whisps of memories that were here but a moment and then slipped away into that realm of hidden places within my heart.

   It was both the saddest yet the happiest day of my life. Though I grieve for myself at my loss, I rejoice in the certainty that she is in heaven, saved, rejenerated and she will be among the chosen to live with our Lord for eternity. How do I know this? Because she was only 3 1/2 years old. She didn't have time to hate, or deceive. She was still in that time of her short life that she was learning and receiving all that the Lord had for her to learn here.

   There was a moment, all those many years ago when I watched her playing outside. Long before I became saved myself. At a time when I was in the midst of seeking. I can look back now and I see how the Lord used our little Cassandre to show me the way. Only I didn't realize it then.

   As I said, I was sitting and watching her run in the yard one afternoon in October. As she trotted along she suddenly took a spill and I remember thinking at the time that the scene I had just witnessed seemed more like a memory than a present event. She jumped up and ran again and as she did, I realized that her time with us was nearly finished. Somehow I simply knew.

   That same afternoon, after she had gotten up from her nap, she came into the kitchen where I was making cookies. She sat in her "big" chair and quietly fingered the cookie I put in front of her. She drew the outline of the cookie with her finger and she turned her sweet face up to me and said, "Mommy, I'm God's not so crooked cookie."

   This took me by surprise because we weren't a churched family and I had only mentioned a few things as I had just begun to question this Christian thing myself.

   I asked her what she meant. She said, "Well, when we make cookies we always keep the best cookie that isn't crooked to eat only for us. So God made all of us and He's keeping me just for Him. I'm His not so crooked cookie."

   There were many moments in that past year that I recall she had said. So many things that she seemed to know far beyond her years. Why it took me 10 more years before I figured it out, I'll never know. If not for her precious words I would not have continued to seek. Just as the bible teaches us, as children we trust without question, as adults we need to trust like children.

   I am humbled.

God be with thee!

Sister Lori

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{ 03:10, Wednesday, December 5, 2007 } { Posted by Joanne }

On this day, Dec. 5th, 1990, our baby son went to the arms of the Lord...
I remember his smell, his softness, his warmth as I held him. I know what you mean....
Joanne

December

{ 03:59, Wednesday, December 5, 2007 } { Posted by Sweetmama2 }

In this month of December, 12 years ago I was told that one of the babies I was carring was not thriving and he would die before I would give birth to he and his twin. That is what happened and I have one sweet boy in heaven (Brady) and one upstairs tucked in bed sleeping. When I had them it was the sweetest and the saddest moment of my life. I know it is not the same, but I just had to share with you that December is a hard month for me for many reason and this is one of the reasons..
Sweetmama

Dearest Lori

{ 05:43, Wednesday, December 5, 2007 } { Posted by jackiebridgen }

I can only imagine the pain, but I pray you are sustained, and thank you for sharing your story with us.

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{ 06:00, Wednesday, December 5, 2007 } { Posted by stitchnchick }

Oh Lori~ That was beautiful. I'm sitting here in tears (and it's a blessing). I can see how this time of year would be bittersweet for you. Your Cassandre was such an amazing little girl and is still touching lives all these years after going to heaven. What would we do without Jesus? The only thing that can even ease the suffering of a parent separated from their child is the hope that we'll see them again. I can't imagine not having that peace... Thinking of you and sending a hug, too.

Amy

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{ 07:35, Wednesday, December 5, 2007 } { Posted by homesteadinthemaking }

Lori,
What a powerful testimony of the Father. I pray that He will give you peace this season. I have not experienced a loss like that so I don't want to seem as though I know what you are feeling. However, I do know that God is the author of healing and You can do all things with Him.
Bless you,
Trixi

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{ 08:24, Thursday, December 6, 2007 } { Posted by SongofJoy }

What a beautiful story. I totally understand your feelings - my little Matthew, only 6 days old, passed from my arms to the arms of our Lord 16 years ago in May. Bittersweet is the only way to describe it - the powerful, peaceful presence of the Lord in our home as Matthew left for his new Home is something I cannot put into words to do justice. Thank you for sharing.

Blessings,
Carol

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{ 19:26, Monday, December 10, 2007 } { Posted by stitchnchick }

You were on my heart today, so I said a little prayer for you. :o)

((hugs))

Amy