Ripples Away for Precious Children Gone Too Soon

As many of you know, we were going to do the Walk To Remember event, but we have changed our mind. Not because the charity doesn't and didn't help us, but purely because we want to offer a TRUE HOPE to people that experience the painful loss of their babies. Walk to Remember will not allow us to donate "Safe in the Arms of God," by John MacArthur because God is in the title. So as a result, we plan to make our own boxes, hopefully with the help of our church, and distribute them ourselves to hospitals, doctors and families. We want to provide a REAL hope to the hurting families and not just things (though they are nice and encouraging) 

We hope to do a Ripples Away event (Sept 21 or 28) where we can Honor Jesus and share how our lives have changed.  My sister recommended throwing pebbles into a lake and share how our lives have been affected by Madilyne, Jordan, Elisha or any other children that have been rescued to Heaven, so we will have a Ripples Away event at some point for any that would be interested in taking part.  At that time, we would LOVE to see donations of this very special book to share the HOPE of JESUS with other hurting families.

If any of you want to do something in Honor of Madilyne, here is the blog post that I wrote. http://fromamommysheart.blogspot.com/2013/07/ripples-away-for-myers-babies.html


Book from MacArthur's Site - $16
From Amazon - $11.48

At the first moment

At the first moment I learned the bare facts I was frozen, inside and out. This cannot be. How could it? Shock, horror, disbelief. My worst fear, OUR worst fears realized. What do I do? What can I do? I need more time. More time to think, to find an answer, a way to understand.

The whole world continues to move around me, but here I am stuck, suspended in disbelief.

The words “…could not find a heartbeat.” echo still in my head.

Take mine! I don’t need them, take mine, TAKE MINE! If they were but mine to give, they would surely be hers now.

It is sinking in. There is the intellectual knowledge that one cannot dispute the cold sterile facts. No negotiation, no argument, no bargaining.

Certainly in the history of man many have grappled with this dark reality. Yet, in all that time our language lacks even an approximate way of articulating the sense of these things. I choke on the words that do reach my lips knowing that they are horribly inadequate.

The only expressions I can give now are the tears and moans that convulse my whole body. They come without my consent, without notice. It hurts my head, it hurts my eyes, it hurts to the tips of my fingers. Sleep eludes me. It is as if something is sitting upon my chest, when I lie down and when I stand.

I asked a friend, “Why does it hurt me so much, this was not my child?”

“Kelly, she is your flesh and blood.” comes the reply. Indeed it is so. She was. She is. How else can I understand how a perfectly formed, beautiful little girl on whom I will never lay eyes, and never touch can move me so?

I do not fully understand how I could have committed this piece of my heart to this little one I have never seen and never knew. It was the great hope of future joy that is robbed.

But, I am driven to the Psalms. Those that were once unclear to me have come into sharp focus. The depth of expression, the anger, the pain, the wrangling, is comforting. If death did not move us so, it would make the very foundations of our faith meaningless. We are not alone in our suffering.

I am comforted with the knowledge that you are supported by your family, your friends, and your spiritual brothers and sisters. This thing is good. It is as it should be.

In the days and years ahead we will still feel the impact. It is dark at this moment, but surely we can comfort ourselves knowing that it is but a moment in a greater reality.

I hate the distance between us. It reviles me. Oh, to be there with all of you. I am so sorry.

Hold Turner close. Take care my dear Lynette. Take care my dear Torrey.

Rest sweetly and peacefully my dearest Madilyne.

With all my love,
KL

Madilyne's Memorial Service

Mommy, Daddy and our baby girl.  Oh
how we miss you so.

In Honor of Madilyne Eleahnah Margaret Myers - "Lena"
(I wanted to post the songs that were played and sang at the memorial for those that might be interested in hearing.  I hope to get the service posted as well, but have to figure that one out.)

Song of Meditation: Blessings

Welcome and Prayer: Glynn McKenzie

Scripture Reading : Psalm 91

My Refuge and My Fortress

91 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
² I will say^[a] to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”

³ For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
    and from the deadly pestilence.
⁴ He will cover you with his pinions,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
⁵ You will not fear the terror of the night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
⁶ nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
    nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.

⁷ A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
⁸ You will only look with your eyes
    and see the recompense of the wicked.

⁹ Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place—
    the Most High, who is my refuge^[b]—
¹⁰ no evil shall be allowed to befall you,
    no plague come near your tent.

¹¹ For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways.
¹² On their hands they will bear you up,
    lest you strike your foot against a stone.
¹³ You will tread on the lion and the adder;
    the young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot.

¹⁴ “Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him;
    I will protect him, because he knows my name.
¹⁵ When he calls to me, I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble;
    I will rescue him and honor him.
¹⁶ With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”

Congregational Worship
Made Me Glad
Great is Thy Faithfulness
Oh the Deep, Deep Love
In Christ Alone

Family Reflections
Nine Precious Months with you - Lynette DL Myers
Moment By Moment - Torrey R Myers

Message: Tim Gillmore (I have a CD of this and have to figure out how to get it on here)
In Christ, there is hope even
in our mourning and sorrow.

Song of Meditation: What A Savior

Congregational Worship: Revelation Song

Closing Prayer and Dismissal

All are invited to a reception/meal in
the Coffee Shop after the service.

We would like to extend our thanks to all of
you for caring so deeply for our daughter and
for us.

We have been touched beyond words and
have felt the comfort of our Savior in very real
ways.

-The Myers