{"id":762,"date":"2008-02-12T08:00:33","date_gmt":"2008-02-12T13:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.drslewis.org\/camille\/2008\/02\/12\/here-i-raise-my-ebenezer-1\/"},"modified":"2008-02-12T08:00:33","modified_gmt":"2008-02-12T13:00:33","slug":"here-i-raise-my-ebenezer-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.drslewis.org\/camille\/2008\/02\/12\/here-i-raise-my-ebenezer-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Here I raise my Ebenezer. #1"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Here I raise mine Ebenezer; hither by thy help I&#8217;m come;<br \/>\nand I hope, by thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home.<br \/>\nJesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God;<br \/>\nHe, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;ve heard myself say several times over the last few months, &#8220;I guess it all started when . . . &#8221; There are so many ways I can finish that phrase.<\/p>\n<p>In one sense, it all started when <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/www.drslewis.org\/camille\/2001\/07\/09\/elises-birth-story\/\" title=\"Elise's Birth Story\">Elise was born<\/a>. I could probably find things earlier too, but I don&#8217;t want to go too far back.<\/p>\n<p>When you bury your child, you question everything. All the little clich\u00e9s people say. God really protected us from a lot of the silly things people could have said, and I will scream from the mountain tops that we clearly felt God&#8217;s care wrapped around us from the very beginning.<\/p>\n<p>Grant and I have four children in Heaven. After the last miscarriage, I was still just numb. To be a mom of four and never having met one of them was a lot to bear.<\/p>\n<p>It was exactly five years ago this week when I probably reached my lowest point. Here&#8217;s how I described it <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/www.drslewis.org\/camille\/2005\/04\/01\/he-shall-cover-thee-with-his-feathers\/\" title=\"He Shall Cover Thee With His Feathers\">way back when<\/a>. I&#8217;ll just copy and paste it below:<\/p>\n<p>While I endured the roller coaster of grief\u2014from denial through guilt and self-pity and bargaining to sadness and finally acceptance\u2014and learned from it that God was always lovingly in control, the second week of February 2003 was probably my lowest moment. I had had two additional miscarriages since Elise was born \u2013 that\u2019s four pregnancy losses total. Satan attacked me with three horrible thoughts:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>I had overheard friends who had recently discovered they were pregnant express that they were scared to be pregnant \u201cbecause of everything Camille had been through.\u201d I was struck with the thought, \u201cWhat am I now a <em>discouragement<\/em> to people? Great.\u201d When you\u2019ve had such horrible loss, you begin to think you\u2019re a jinx and sometimes innocent comments like this only confirm those ugly thoughts.<\/li>\n<li>Then Grant and I went to Wal-mart for some essentials. Nothing extravagant\u2014deodorant, light bulbs. It was $42 total. And we couldn\u2019t buy it because our debit card didn\u2019t go through. For a lousy couple of bags of nothing really, we had to walk away. We later discovered we only had $37 in our checking account. And that same day we got a bill for some recent medical procedures and tests for me\u2014over $3000.<\/li>\n<li>I was smocking a dress to celebrate the adoption of a new family member. Scott and Chris Lining were adopting Janae after a long difficult illness for Chris and an arduous adoption journey. As I sat there poring over the patterns, relishing the planning of colors, thread, flowers, pearls, and fabric, Satan hit me right between the eyes with, \u201cWhat kind of a fool do you think you are? Do you ever think you\u2019re going to make one of these for your own child? Hmph. You\u2019re a fool.\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>This all happened on a Thursday. All these ugly thoughts and events coincided on that one day. By Friday night, when I was finally alone, I threw myself down in tears before the Lord, begging for Him to help. I finally prayed, \u201cOkay, Lord. I am throwing this all in your lap. I need something. I don\u2019t know what I need. But I need something. So I\u2019m just going to assume that you are going to give it to me by Sunday night at church. . . . And btw, I promise that I won\u2019t second guess it. I won\u2019t question it. I\u2019m just going to take your message at face value.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s something about having all this education. You begin to question everything. You say to yourself, \u201cThat\u2019s just what you want to hear, silly. That\u2019s not what God\u2019s saying.\u201d So God was prompting me, I believe, to put aside my critiquing muscles and listen like a child.<\/p>\n<p>I remember walking into choir practice that Sunday night. I prayed, \u201cLord, help Danny as he\u2019s preparing. Remember, I\u2019m listening. So give him what I need to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>God had better plans. He didn\u2019t wait until church. He started in choir. I sat away from my friends where I\u2019d be tempted to giggle my way through. You know how chatty we sopranos can be. And He sat me right in the middle, right in front of Dr. Cook\u2014who was in a bit of a chatty mood himself that night. We started with \u201cNone like you,\u201d and I felt like God was softening me up for the next song: \u201cAnd the Father will sing over you with joy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>You all remember that song? It\u2019s based on Zephaniah 3:14, 17.\u00a0<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>And the Father will sing over you in joy!<br \/>\nHe will take delight in whom he loves.<br \/>\nIs that a choir I hear singing the praises of God?<br \/>\nNo, the Lord God Himself is exulting o\u2019er you in song!<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Wow.<\/p>\n<p>Warren amplified these words a little bit further. God rejoices over us? He <strong><em>SINGS<\/em><\/strong> over us? My word!! God is encouraged over <strong><em>me<\/em><\/strong>! What a cure to worrying about what others might fear from what God has carried you through.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The song goes on.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>My soul will make its boast in God,<br \/>\nFor He has answered all my cries.<br \/>\nHis faithfulness to me is as sure as the dawn of a new day.<br \/>\nSing, O daughter of Zion, with all of your heart!<br \/>\nCast away fear for you have been restored!<br \/>\nPut on a garment of praise as on a festival day.<br \/>\nJoin with the Father in glorious, jubilant song.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The Holy Spirit struck me with the thought, \u201cHoney, that dress that you\u2019re making for Janae. That\u2019s a garment of praise! You\u2019re celebrating the fact that she\u2019s home. See what I\u2019m saying here\u2014I\u2019m telling you to get ready to put on your own happy garments. Get ready. The happy is coming. The festival day is coming. Just not yet.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I wept through the entire choir practice. My poor sweet husband ran to my side afterward, but it was really all good. God was showing me His message. He was whispering to me His comfort while always underneath His care.<\/p>\n<p>Whew! I was done, I thought. Okay. Wow. That was good. Okay. We can move on. The service began, and I realized Danny wasn\u2019t preaching. It was Jerry Sivinsky. Hmmm. . . . okay.<\/p>\n<p>He preached on prayer. Maybe you remember the sermon? He preached on praying specifically and confidently and with even a \u201cdeadline\u201d of sorts. But get this\u2014he had preached the exact same sermon at school in November. Huh. That\u2019s certainly God trying to get my attention, so I knew I needed to listen.<\/p>\n<p>But that was hard. You know, we pray so timidly. We ask as if to say \u201cif that\u2019s okay\u201d and \u201cdon\u2019t want to bother you.\u201d Jerry was telling us something different. He was describing a boldness\u2014like a child who marches up to her Father and asks, \u201cDaddy, may I?\u201d My critical muscles started to flex. \u201cThat\u2019s not what God means.\u201d But I told them to cut it out. I had to.<\/p>\n<p>The next week, I sat down and wrote this prayer through tears and shaking hands. I was scared to even write it. I asked the Lord:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>To continue to carry us through these hardships so that we could feel His presence.<\/li>\n<li>To take care of our finances in a timely manner.<\/li>\n<li>To . . . . [and this is the one that made me so scared] give us a normal, healthy, screaming baby by the end of Christmas vacation.\u00a0<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>I knew He could do the first one. That\u2019s a metaphysical request. No big whoop. The second? I\u2019ve heard him do miraculous things with school bills and such. I knew He could do that. But that last one. . . . to be honest, I was thinking \u201cChristmas\u201d when I wrote \u201cthe end of Christmas vacation.\u201d But I was giving God a few more weeks there\u2014just in case He needed the later deadline.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>That scared me. In order for that to happen, there would be so much that would have happen \u201cjust so.\u201d<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>My surgery would have to go smoothly without incident.\u00a0<\/li>\n<li>My recovery would have to be easy.<\/li>\n<li>The doc would have to give me the go-ahead on my second cycle after the surgery.<\/li>\n<li>We\u2019d have to conceive.<\/li>\n<li>That pregnancy would stick and be viable.<\/li>\n<li>I would carry that baby through to a live birth.\u00a0<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>That\u2019s a lot. I remember sitting in that paper dress in my doctor\u2019s office for my post-op follow-up. My incisions were fine and everything was healing well. I asked, \u201cWhen can we go ahead and try to conceive?\u201d He hesitated, \u201cWell, you need to wait one more cycle. . . . Oh, here\u2019s a phone call. I need to take it. Just a sec.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Sigh. . . . I laid there on the exam table and prayed, \u201cOkay, Lord. You\u2019ve got it worked out. I know that. I\u2019m bummed about this, I just want you to know. But I know this is best.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The doctor came back in and said while thumbing through my massive chart, \u201cYou know, there\u2019s really no need for you to wait. You can go ahead and start this next cycle.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>YIPPEE!! And the next step was starting to take the baby aspirin and the folic acid and such which I started the Friday night of the Ladies Retreat two years ago. In the next few months, God reduced my medical bills to $320\u2014we could manage that\u2014and the next Fall, we FINALLY got a raise. And as you all know, three days <strong>before<\/strong> Christmas our precious little screamer, Isaac, was born. In fact, he screamed a little too early which is why he had to stay in the NICU for a few days. I\u2019m still tickled that God heard my prayer for <strong>before<\/strong> Christmas even though I officially wrote down \u201cthe end of Christmas vacation.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I love this metaphor of \u201cunder his wings\u201d because it\u2019s a maternal metaphor. God is quite flexible in how He describes Himself, and He isn\u2019t worried about narrow roles. And it says that He\u2019s protecting us instinctively. He\u2019s holding us very, very, very close to Him when danger is near. So close that He knows the intimate and even unspoken and unwritten desires of our hearts. He wants to give them to us. He\u2019s not maniacal\u2014dangling a carrot at the end of a string in order to watch us dance at His command. He\u2019s not locking us up in our rooms when we have strong and difficult feelings. God doesn\u2019t do time-outs; He does time-ins. He draws us close, rocks us to sleep, carries us all the day long.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Answering my prayer and giving me this little life to enjoy is proof to me of how much God loves me and how closely He listens. But loving this little life has also taught me what that love is like. When I comfort him through teething, clean yet another explosion in his pants, giggle at his imitating Daddy brushing his teeth, and instinctively protect him under my wings, I think I get a better glimpse at how lovingly, persistently, and generously God loves us.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><em>He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>[tags]Pregnancy Loss, Stillbirth, Grief[\/tags]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here I raise mine Ebenezer; hither by thy help I&#8217;m come; and I hope, by<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,10,17,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-762","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-grace","category-heal","category-remember","category-speak"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v28.2 - 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