Having one of my own, there’s something very special about capturing a rainbow baby. So much love and expectation for this growing life.
Today is Parks’ day. Today we honor William Parks Coring, stillborn on March 20, 2016.
Today, we grieve that we lost this sweet baby. We ache for his parents who lost something so great you just can’t quite put it into words. We mourn because we feel cheated out of a life we were ready to love and cherish. But today, we also celebrate. We celebrate because we don’t need to stop loving Parks just because he isn’t with us. We celebrate because Parks taught us to slow down a bit and love the family we’re so blessed to share time on this earth with. We smile because we know that Parks taught his parents to take more walks, look to Jesus more, and inch even closer to our Savior, and there’s nothing more important in this life than that. We stop in awe in wonder that God could use such pain and heartbreak and somehow craft it into his miraculously perfect plan for those He loves. We take a deep breath and we trust because we remember nothing in this life is guaranteed and each day is a precious gift. We look toward heaven because Parks helps us remember every day that it is is real.
It might sound a little backward, bit we feel a little bit of expectation and excitement because we can imagine the day that we’ll join him, meet him, wrap our arms around him and tell him how much he was adored and loved. I can hardly stop the tears thinking about my sweet friend dropping to her knees and enveloping her son in a hug so perfect and so beautiful with every hurt this side of heaven healed as she is reunited with her precious boy.
I talked to my son Finn yesterday about Parks; I asked him to help us celebrate his birthday today. I explained to him that Parks was in heaven, with Jesus, and that we wanted to help his Mommy and Daddy do something special today to remember him. Surprisingly, he seemed to understand. Then he wanted to call Daddy and explain to him that it was very important that we celebrate Parks today. I realize this conversation, had while snuggled in Mommy’s bed at the end of the day, is such a gift.
Our dear friends asked us to come alongside them to honor Parks’ life, and legacy, and I’ve never taken anything more seriously. They are more than right. We need to seize the opportunity to love on each other, squeeze each other a little too tight, get outside and experience God’s beautiful creation and be thankful for the things we too often overlook.
Will you join my family as we honor our friends Emily and Travis today and remember their son Parks? Will you step outside (weather permitting) and enjoy His beauty? Will you spend some time at the window with your family watching the storm? Will you take a minute to squeeze your spouse tighter, tickle your kids longer, look into their eyes and appreciate them for the gifts that they are? Remember Parks today. And remember the God that gives, that heals, that loves.
There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven… a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. | Ecclesiastes 3:1,4
Visit Emily’s blog to learn more about her journey | emilycoring.com
Do you ever spin?
I have a love-hate relationship with spin class (aka: cycling), I always have. It is an exercise unmatched in required effort and energy. If I’m being honest, though, I really don’t enjoy it. I do it because I know it is good for me, it will help build endurance, muscle, and improve mental health.
This morning, I received a message from a friend who was just knocked down with an intense and deeply painful conflict. Very hurtful words, a deep disappointment, an insecurity scraped and made raw. This particular hurt was a spiritual attack. That was clear. An attempt from the enemy to destroy a good work in the making. Sometimes the enemy is just so obvious when he hits us right where it will hurt the most. My heart was hurting for her that morning, perhaps even more than my leg muscles were burning in that spin class.
All of the sudden I realized how perfect the parallel was. This terrible/wonderful spin class was exactly what my friend was going through, what we all go through when we are fighting the enemy for the sake of moving toward Christ and working for His glory. One second we are moving forward, cruising maybe, seemingly smoothly, feeling so hopeful and expectant about God’s plans. Endorphins are plentiful.
The next minute, we feel like we’ve been smacked right on our back, the wind knocked out of us.
Maybe it’s a hurtful word from someone we consider close.
Maybe a friendship was broken.
Maybe a criticism that hits hard and seeks to damage us to the core.
Maybe we realize someone we love is manipulating us.
Maybe we lose something, or someone, precious to us.
Maybe we learn news of an illness.
Whatever it is, it feels like a dagger to the heart, doesn’t it?
It is in that moment that we find ourselves being tested. Our muscles begin to burn in intense pain and become weary. Our bodies long to take a rest, to get off the bike and take a water break, to wish we had slept in rather than hitting the gym.
It is in that moment, in that battle, in that great fatigue that God is calling us to press in even deeper, to lean into him and keep up the fight, despite the strain on our hearts.
It may seem staying on the bike is a victory at that point. You may say, “at least I’m here.” At least, I ____ (fill in your blank here.) That’s not enough. He does not just ask us to stay on the bike, to keep the legs moving for the appearance of hard work.
We are called to maintain our cadence.
Our stride should not falter. Yes, during the uphill climb the pace requires much more effort. Sometimes it feels like we are moving through quicksand; so much work for what appears to be so little movement. Our muscles burn and scream in order to keep up cadence, but dear ones, I promise that our souls are building endurance. The endurance that can only come through the Holy Spirit to take us through this battle, and the next, and all the way to victory.
1 Cor 15:57 | But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Truth for the battle: Romans 8:30-37, Isaiah 54:17, 1 Peter 5:8-9, Eph 6:11-17, Hebrews 12:2, John 10:10
Sometimes the best thing to do is to be grateful for the things that are hard.
The daily grind, the un-ending energy of a three-year-old, the messy kitchen floor, the black hole of a laundry basket, and the crazy of the every day. The past two weeks I’ve been down my better half and picking up the slack of the every day that he usually handles has made me realize how lucky I am to have such an active, hands-on husband. (You’re really the best Dan Monaco!)
Two weeks of completely crazy made me realize I’m so lucky to have the chaos, the mess, the sick kid that will only sleep on me, the time-outs, and, of course, the dance parties. Oh, the dance parties. I am soaking up every minute with these little ones, because the truth is, someday the just won’t be that little anymore.
What are you taking for granted today? What grumbling could you replace with gratitude?
John 10:27 My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.