What to tell your kids...

I asked on Facebook about what to tell our kids and if to tell them at all about what happened on Friday.  I honestly wasn't sure if I wanted them to know.  But after talking to my husband and people commenting.  We decided to tell them.  We wanted to be the ones to tell them and not kids on the bus, at recess, or at lunch.

So we sat the 4 older ones down (5th grade to 1st grader) and talked to them.  Our youngest (kindergartner) we left out of the conversation.  We just felt like he was too young.  We sat them down and asked what they knew about Friday.  Unfortunately one of them had seen a couple of minutes from a news program before we knew what was going on.  So he knew more. 

They said there was a bad man that came into a school and shot kids and teachers.  They asked some questions about where the school was, and why they person would hurt kids.  We asked them who protects them at school?  They said God.  And we said your right.  God was right there with those kids and teachers.  We told them how the teacher helped save so many of those children by hiding them.  We used that to tell them, to make sure to listen to your teachers.  If something like this ever happens. please do as your teacher tells you.  We only answered the questions they asked.  And as boys they asked about the guns and such.  We just tried to be brief and not go into a lot of details.

I know there was more to our conversation, but I am sick right now.  And my brain isn't working well.  But basically we talked about putting your faith in God and not to worry about what might happen.  We told them something like this could happen anywhere to anyone.  And you have to be aware of what is happening around you.  You see something or hear something that makes you scared, you hide or find a teacher.  You don't try to be the hero right now.

This is what I posted on FB today:

Even before Friday, I have Faith in God to protect my children at school. Does that mean that I believe God will never let anything happen to them? No. What it means is that, I trust God to take care of them according to His Will. I know that no matter what happens, God will be there with my children.

What happened Friday gave us the opportunity to talk to our kids about the fact that we are NOT promised tomorrow. But what He does promise is that He will never let us go through it alone. He will be there to comfort us, hold us, and in the end take us up to Heaven when he calls us home.

We continue to pray for those families. For what those little kids saw, heard, and felt. We pray for the teachers that survived, protected their children, and those that lost their lives protecting the children. We need to live each day for what it is, a gift! Each day we have with our children is a gift. So cherish them!



Do I worry about my kids at school?  Sometimes.  All the time no.  Why?  Because I feel like God will keep harm from my kids at all times?  No.  Because I know all to well, that God calls children home far too early.  I have lost 2 babies before I ever got to hold them.  So I know that God doesn't promise us any tomorrow with any of our kids to family.  But I refuse to live my life in fear.  And that's why I told our kids.  You can't live your life in fear.  None of us our promised anything, so live your life each day to the fullest.  Live each day doing what God has called you to do and be grateful for what you have.  But I will never sit and just allow myself to think about all the awful things that can happen.  I have Faith that God will protect my children.  Even if that means protecting them to the point of taking them back to Heaven with Him.  I pray that I will have a lifetime with them before that ever happens.

My heart and prayers go out to the Families of Newtown.  May God continue to comfort you, heal you, and hold you all!!

My Healing Something Comes from Words

For as long as I can remember, God will sometimes put things on my heart in the form of words.  Sometime they are for me and other times they are meant for someone else.  I've learned that if I don't write them down right then, I lose them. The words that I heard are gone and when I try and write it later.  It's never the same.

Well, I felt it again the other day.  So I grabbed my phone and started typing.  As I typed I cried, because it was how I was feeling.  It's Christmas time and I miss my babies.  I didn't think it would be as hard as it was last year.  But I was wrong!  It's just as hard if not harder.  This would have been my babies 1st Christmas here on Earth.  But instead it's their 2nd Christmas with God.

So here is what I wrote.  My husband said it sound like 2 parts, so I will label them as such:

1st Part:

For those that have lost a baby, Christmas is never the same.

We try each year to be happy and joyful, but inside we miss them so.

We go about our day,
...

trying to be strong.

But God knows how much we hurt,
and will never truly be the same.

For those who have lost a baby,
will never have a Christmas with everyone near.

For someone is missing,
For me it's two.

Each Christmas, I think this will be easier then the one before.

And each Christmas, I find that it's just as hard as before.

For when my kids awake on Christmas morning, my heart asks where's the rest?

There are two that are missing,
Oh where did they go?

And I'm reminded that their with my Heavenly Father, Celebrating Christmas once again.

They celebrate with the One that started it all.

They have the honor of celebrating Jesus' Birthday with Him, each and every year.

But just once I wish, they could be here.

Just once to see them open the gift, they waited for all year.

Just once to see the surprise of the Tree and lights.

Just once to wish them a Merry Christmas without the tears falling from my eyes.

But this Christmas is no different, I miss them just the same.

I have two Angels missing Christmas with us this year. Both would have celebrated their 1st Christmas here on earth.

But instead they celebrate their 2nd with our King. They see what we do not.

The celebration of our Lord. They have the joy of spending Christmas with Jesus.

For my heart knows, they are much better up there.

It's doesn't stop the feeling that I miss them so very much.

My family will never be complete this side of Heaven. It will never be quite right.

For each year, there will be two missing so very dear to me.

So to Isaac and to Sweet Pea, I love you very much. Please know that my tears are so very very real. I love and miss you every single day. I thank God that I can call you my children, though I never held you once.

By: Christi Orme

 

 

 

 

2nd Part:

 

What do you think of this part? Should I add it with the 1st half? Or just leave the it with the 1st half?

What I'd give to see you just once, and hug you and kiss you until you laughed out loud. Just one day to see you run and play. 

But God called you home, so very very early. I am left to think and dream of the day, I see your faces.

Until I see you again, I will cherish your brothers and sister and hold so very dear. Because God could have taken them so very early, but blessed us with them instead.

Even though, the world has moved on, your names are less used, and your thought fades. Your Daddy and I will never forget. We will never stop loving you. Each Birthday and Christmas, that passes we miss you both so. We rejoice to know that you each have one another. We will miss you none the same.

For in this world, two babies were born. Straight to Heaven their souls did go. They joined the other children who left far too soon. And left parents mourning them as we. I've met so many so you see. So many just like me. We cry and miss you all. And will never be the same.

But in the end, that's all God's plan. He sent us Angels to make us who we are. We are forever changed because of you.

So as each Christmas and Birthday that comes and goes, we hold each other to make the pain easier to manage. For without them, I'd be a mess. Our stories might all be different, but in the end, there are the same.

So for each of you that have said goodbye far too soon. I pray God will bless you and hold you close this Christmas. Whether it's the 1st. Christmas or your 99th since you said goodbye. It hurts all the same, and just plain sucks.

Our Christmas Cards will always have someone missing and Christmas morning will never look just right.

Just remember we will never forget the pain you feel inside. For we've been there, and know it all to well. For when the world forgets, an Angel Mommy never does.

 

By: Christi Orme

 

For our Angels

 

I wanted to share this, because I know some of us are really hurting right now. And all of us are missing our Angels this Christmas Season!

I read this in a post today. It was very healing for me: I thought of you and closed my eyes an prayed to god today. I asked what makes a mother, and I know I hear him say: a mother has a baby, this we know is true. But, God, can you be a mother, When your baby's not with you? Yes, you can he replies, with confidence in his voice, I give many women babies, when thy leave is not their choice. Some I send for a lifetime, and others for a day. And some I send to feel your womb but there's no need to stay. I just don't understand this god, I want my baby here. He took a breath and cleared his throat and then I saw a tear. I wish that I could show you wha...

t your child is doing today, if you could see your child smile, with other children who say: we go to earth and learn our lessons, of love and life and fear. My mommy loved me oh so much I got to come straight here. I feel so lucky to have a mom who had so much love for me. I learned my lessons very quickly my mommy set me free. I miss my mommy oh so much but I visit her each day. When she goes to sleep on her pillows where I lay, I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear. "Mommy don't be sad today, I'm your baby and I'm here." So you see my dear sweet one your child is ok. Your baby is here in my home, he will be at heavens gate for you. So now you see what makes a mother. It's a feeling in your heart. It's the love you had so much of right from the very start.