Great Darkness Needs Great Light

It took a sick child, need of peaceful sleep, last night's meteor shower and words from a devotional to see the gift of fragility. That's right, it's a gift...

 I shot out of bed as I heard an unsettling gulping sound coming from Phia's moniter and when I came to her room she was not where I last saw her...sweetly resting in her bed.  Pure panic gripped me...where is she, how is she, what will I see when I find her?  God, help me!
 Phia was in the bathroom, chugging water, rapidly, and then said these words when she saw me come in, "I'm thirsty, Mom."
 Wave of instant relief, she is guzzling water AND can keep it down.  The vomiting had ended earlier that night. All is well, nothing to fear.
 Thankful, I tucked her back in bed and prayed her to sleep, yet, I needed to breathe, as my heart was still pounding outside my chest. I walked out of her room with the thought, who was going to quiet me, so I could get back to sleep?
 Just then God reminded me, His sky had a special performance to offer, a meteor shower, all I needed to do was look up. So I walked outside and looked up.
 Weary and weak, I was so small under the expanse of the sky. I softly muttered, "God, HELP ME, this startling fear has overtaken my heart, again, please make it stop."
 Like the shooting stars that streaked through the night sky and captured by my eye,  God showed me (by several magnitudes) the gift in being fragile. What I detest in weakness He uses to speak into my life His compassion and I was enveloped in His comfort as I witnessed and relinquished into His presence. His peace rose over the fear.  He is bigger, always, than my circumstances. Always.
My heart was healing and I was able to accept myself in His gift!  Accept and know He is with me, to the very end of all time and space. He is with me, through balancing the parenting of a typical teenager and a special needs child. Through a life of difficult, unexpected twists and turns. Through darkness. Always.
 I remained in the expanse of His Greatness and enjoyed His Presence in the miracle of the meteor shower and was able to go back to bed, peacefully falling back to sleep, loved. 

Then His voice in these words, from Sarah Young, in the devotional, "Jesus Calling", this morning.  (It was yesterday's entry but I didn't read it until today as yesterday I was attending to Phia and her bug.)  After my encounter last night I deducted that He designed to meet me today in yesterday's entry all along, that's God!  You'll deduct the same, I hope... 
"Do not compare yourself with others, who seem to skip along their life-paths with ease.  Their journeys have been different from yours, and I have gifted them with abundant energy.  I have gifted you with fragility, (my epiphany happened here) providing opportunities for your spirit to blossom in My Presence.  Accept this gift as a sacred treasure: delicate, yet glowing with brilliant Light, (just like God, tangible in the meteors last night!)  Rather than struggling to disguise or deny your weakness, allow me to bless you richly through it."

The gift of fragility. Great darkness needs Great Light. Look up. He is with us. Always. Love. Accept it and be blessed. Abundantly.

"Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own understanding."
Proverbs 3:5






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Generous Girl

  Many times as I encounter (or Sophia encounters and makes) another friend, they often declare how she has touched their soul and I'm reminded of the miracle in Sophia's giving heart. Our "new" friend will quickly tell me how lovely and amazing she is and how she gives her all, in all, she does. I smile and rejoice with them and tell them, "that truly is her gift. She is a miracle and a generous being, always! She touches our family, each and every day, in the same way."

  When friends, (new or old) want to learn more about Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome, I extend this website, wolfhirschhorn.org (like our geneticist counselor shared with us) to give understanding and a full picture of what it means to live with WHS . I remember, distinctly, our counselor suggesting we visit THIS website, FIRST, before we navigate anywhere else on-line. She said, "It's the most real and comforting website, they have found, in regards to gaining understanding (with others) in sharing our newly given diagnosis."
I'm so glad I trusted her and when I found the site and when I pushed the "Home" tab (three years ago) I knew...I was home! The banner of attributes were all to familiar and so were the children's faces.  Just like my Sophia.

  I'm always comforted by the banner of attributes and pictures of our children, that runs along the top of the page, when I come "home" to the website.  I identify as I've known my daughter, Sophia, attending life with Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome. I'm thankful to know and adore many people, here, now.  We can add many, many more, to the banner of attributes because living with our children's wealth is immeasurable compared to their living without some genes.

  Since then, the acronym, WHS has come to mean... We Have Story (with heart and soul) more than it means Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome (without a part (deletion) of the short arm of chromosome 4.)

  Here's another part of Sophia's story, offering another attribute in a picture mosaic, freely being a generous girl!

GENEROSITY...Freely giving to those around them, an overflowing joy welling up, deep within them and even out of their most difficult trial.

Regret or Rescue, Fighting to be Fearless

"This is the last I need to write today and the first to read tomorrow as I'm pulling up from a painful day...
I took the exit Change, a long time ago and tonight I find myself watching the sunset not for its glory alone (as I've watched many others) but for its hope to rise again~holding promises so hard I will find them in my dreams~to rise up and in the dawn find a thankful heart, PLEASE be thankful heart... or....no, NO, my heart shaking, I can't find my way back there!
I'll watch, hold and rise up, changed more. God willing. May my first words tomorrow be...Thank you, Jesus."
  I regretted posting this on Facebook instead of my personal journal. Maybe, you've been there, too? I left it out there...exposed. UGH!  I lacked much, that moment, even so, I've been been given much since..
  One friend, of many, wrote to check in... wanting a status update of sorts and in her encouragement shared how often, she is awakened, at the 4th watch (3 a.m.) and gets up and goes to pray. She is awakened, the 4th watch. (3 a.m.) to pray.  She shared Matthew 14: 22-36 with quoting this passage, "and in the 4th watch of the night, HE came to them walking on the sea."
  Three things spoke to me, awakened, 4th watch (Jesus came to them walking on the sea (water) and to pray.
  Remembering this parable, about Jesus coming to them, walking ON water but not remembering the part about the 4th watch, I went to Scripture to find it myself.  After reading Matthew's account I also read Mark and John's.
   I identified right away, with, "A strong wind was blowing and the waters grew rough."
 John 6:18 shows this happened, "when the evening came." 
Distress. Storm. Darkness!
"Straining at the oars, because the wind was against them." is how Mark 6:48 shows the disciples response to the storm.  I, again, identified with the disciples.
Straining. Struggling. Exposed!
"About the fourth watch (there it is) of the night he went out to them, walking on the lake." ON the lake, that is the story I remember. Jesus showing up in HIS supernatural way. Such an awesome part of the story, the parable, we remember. Jesus is Majestically Amazing.  But this time, in reading Scripture, I'm looking specifically to the reference,"in the fourth watch of the night," that time of  awakening my friend mentioned and finding herself going to pray. Remembering she mentions, 3 a.m....that's the middle of the night!
  I see it. I see Him (Jesus) in the fourth watch of the night...going out, in the middle of the storm, in the middle of the toil... "walking ON water," in the middle of the fear. The fourth watch is in the middle of it, all!
  How often do I see Him but miss Him "in the middle" of my life because of lack and am terrified, just like the disciples? "They saw Jesus approaching the boat, walking on the water; and they were terrified."  John 6: 19  
  Here's where regret in posting a personal struggle on Facebook turns into a personal God reshaping me, again!  Awakened to understand if I leave my post with the feeling of regret, I am left in lack, yet, if I leave my post in hope, with God, I'm left in the middle of His mercy, reshaped AND rescued!
  To pick up where I left off, (of course)" in the middle" of the story.
"But Jesus immediately said to them: Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid." .Matthew 14:27
 Good news, right? GOOD NEWS!
  Then I keep reading but flip over to Mark's account and see, "He was about to pass them by." Wait, what? He watched the disciples in the middle of it ALL and he went to them, walking ON the water and Mark 6:48 says, "He was about to pass by them." He Watched, Went, Walking on the Water and WAS about to pass by them?
Yes, go look it up yourself, that is what it says. I didn't remember that part either!
Then the disciples said these words, "It's a ghost, and cried out in fear."
Doubt. Cry. Fear!
(All to familiar, huh?)
  He knew what it would take for His disciples to see Him (walking on water) and cause them to cry out so He could speak to them, immediately, and in the 4th watch (in the middle) of it, ALL!  Just as he knew what it would take for me to see Him, (in the middle) of my storm, my doubt, to see Him moving and speaking (in the middle) of my heart, again.
  He knew who He was and his purpose! How?  I went back to the beginning of the parable, found in Matthew 14: 22-23, "Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd.  After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray."
  "Immediately made the disciples get in the boat and go ahead of him to the other side."
  I didn't want to miss mentioning this part because of the importance in finding Jesus, from the beginning.  Making them go in the boat ahead of him and then Jesus watching in prayer all the while fearless, knowing they would be together on the other side.
   Okay. So, back to the middle of the parable when they all saw him walking on the lake, they all cried out and were terrified. 
"Then he climbed into the boat with them, and the wind died down." Mark 6:51
 Amazing, isn't it? John 6; 21 says, "Then they were willing to take him into the boat." Beautiful! There is nothing against them when He is with them!
 His purpose... to bring us to faith by revealing himself and living with us, fearless and when we cry out He reshapes our hearts leaving no way back, willingly to be rescued!
  The parable begins with  "immediately made to go", and then in the middle "immediately he spoke to them saying, Take Courage! It is I.  Don't be afraid." and ends with "immediately the boat reached the shore where they were heading."
Faith. Jesus. Fearless!
 Please, go read the accounts yourself. ( I, intentionally, left some of the story out for you to recall and rediscover yourself.)
  My faith, fighting doubt, that I declared to believe (exposed and written on Facebook) that night,  "I'll watch, hold and rise up, changed more. God willing. May my first words tomorrow be...Thank you, Jesus."
 God, immediately, reminded me whose I am and I'm further down the road from taking the exit Change long ago, because His Son, Jesus, who is changing me with determination and courage of faith.  I'm watching for hope with prayer because God lifted my eyes to see Jesus, supernaturally dying on a cross and I'm holding His Promise that I'm not alone, ever! Rising up...thankful because He is my Savior! Thanking Jesus, who doesn't pass by me when I cry out BUT immediately speaks of His mercy and love!

 Facebook status update; "This is the last I need to write today and the first to read tomorrow as I'm pulling up from a painful day...
Thank you, Jesus! You (purposely) died on the cross and rose again, You are with us (promise) in the middle! When we cry out You speak (passionately)and rescue us in the Holy Spirit (power) immediately to go with (peace) in the direction where we are heading! Amen"

Life Without Prejudices, Please.

I came across an amazing, deep seeded writing by a very compassionate man of faith, Henri Nouwen. As I read it aloud to my sister-in-law, recently, she confessed it needed to be published, once again. I thought about it and agree, it needs to be told so others can see the wisdom - so eloquently shared - by Nouwen.

~ "One of the hardest spiritual tasks is to live without prejudices. Sometimes we aren't even aware how deeply rooted our prejudices are. We may think that we relate to people who are different from us in color, religion, sexual orientation, or lifestyles equals, but in concrete circumstances our spontaneous thoughts, uncensored words, and knee-jerk reactions often reveal that our prejudices are still there.
~Strangers, people different from us, stir up fear, discomfort, suspicion and hostility. They make us lose our sense of security just by being "other". Only when we fully claim that God loves us in an unconditional way and look at "those other persons" as equally loved can we begin to discover that the great variety in humanity is an expression of the immense richness of God's heart. Then the need to prejudge people can gradually disappear."

 I re-publish this on my blog because not a day goes by without somebody doing or saying something, forming an inaccurate opinion about Sophia, living, being, "other". This is hurtful. The pain runs deep as it (judgement) can be quite oppressive.

I know I am guilty of the very thing Henri writes about. I wrestle and find I spend more time (than I wish to admit) making up my own mind about people, inaccurately. The feeling that I need to sort it all out. I know that's not my how I should spend my time. May I not forget, may I continue to see and most importantly be transformed from oppression to freedom.

Hopefully, as God teaches me this lesson through living two amazing life applications, I will always be reminded of this freedom He offers.

Raising and relinquishing - both - my children in being "other" (one by adoption and one by ability) has God opened my heart and eyes to seeing differently. He wants me to be free just like my children are free to be "other".

May I see and live toward a nonjudgmental life and offer mercy instead of judgement as Nouwen provokes me and not miss the immense richness of God's heart. 

WHS and Seizures Relationship Status; It's Complicated

One of the distressing facts about care-giving for Phia, living with a deletion of some genes and having a duplication of others, is that you can't predict any moment in time.
Phia started having recurrent seizures or epilepsy at age three.

 Looking back, she had her first seizure (that I know of, due to witnessing it myself) at six weeks old.  It was very short and I didn't see this activity again until she was 1 year old. It was similar to what she did at 6 weeks old  but when I asked her Dr's they called it an episode due to her underdeveloped central nervous system. She then had a small seizure in her high chair at age 2.
 I was baffled.
  It seemed these "episodes" happened when she was tired or sick. So we tried our hardest to keep her rested and well.
I didn't mention her episodes again to Phia's Dr's until age three when we needed to call 911.
We had just finished a Christmas photo shoot. Phia was dealing with a mild cold, I had given her a cold medicine and within a hour of the picture taking she had convulsed for about two minutes and lost consciousness.
This time the Dr's called her "episode" a seizure.
  We hoped it wouldn't happen again and we figured the cold medicine was not a good fit for her well being.
 By age four her brain seemed to develop a rut and each time she was sick or with fever, seizures became more evident and attacked longer and also began happening when completely well.
After a six minute seizure we were on our way to adding another Dr. to Phia's medical file, a neurologist. He determined  Phia was having febrile, complex partial and tonic-clonic seizures. What wasn't determined was why, no history of epilepsy in either side of our family's.
 Her Neurologist suggested trying a seizure medicine to help control or stop her new rut of seizures after having an EEG and seeing epileptic activity. Her unexplained developmental delays and now seizures of more dramatic activity had us assessing the risks and benefits of putting her a anticonvulsant.
Heart wrenching to say the least. 
We chose the med.
She continued to have seizures but less dramatic. The continued break through seizures meant increasing her medication.
Within two months of her 7th B-day, she had reached her maximum dose and we had received her microarray test results. She was living with Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome all these years and we didn't know it but it explained why she was having seizures.
She was missing her LETM1 gene, linked to seizures in children living with WHS.
We were off to Denver's Children's Hospital in February to assess her new diagnosis and another EEG to evaluate a change in her medication. We found she had been taking a med that was not compatible for seizure control in people living with WHS. 
Trileptal, (oxcarbazepine).

This is quoted from my post two years ago...

"The following day the news of the EEG was discussed with us. Sophia had changed significantly from her last EEG, (two years ago.)  My heart started to race.
 Bracing myself for the news that will change our lives, once again.
Remembering the Psalm I had just read the night before, "He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord."
The Dr reports... No epileptic activity was recorded. She had no spikes of seizure activity ~ at all.  A clear EEG....really, are you sure, check again.
Then came the news that she could taper off her seizure medication. A turn on the road that came so unexpectedly. When you don't expect good news it really becomes even greater news! This was completely refreshing .
We thought maybe a med change but to be rid of them altogether?  Amazing. The report from her appointments remained outstanding.  Good news after great news. Choking up, as I write, on the goodness God has provided this little girl. He has held her when I couldn't and still is, thankful.
 He is her Sustainer."

Her relationship status with Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome and seizures; it's complicated.
It's unpredictable.
It's living moment by moment trusting God, who is still on the throne (as my previous Pastor would say) a promise that brings me great comfort!
The best case scenario, she may outgrow seizures and remain seizure free the rest of her life.  Or she may have a respite and then they reoccur due to anything that would lower her seizure threshold, she may go back on an anticonvulsant.
The worst case scenario, she may have her next seizure and die or if not the next one the one after that or eventually.
As I write these words I also realize, He is my Sustainer too. 

We are celebrating two years seizure and med free!

~Isaiah 46:4
"I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you."

Purely, Unabashedly Herself!

Just a quick share of some unexpected joys that have emerged, lately.  (Since we just came through some unexpected hardships it makes this post all the more sweet.)

Phia has been modulating her receptive language to expressive speech!  She is adding more words and making sentences. Her latest and longest sentence..."You give me that face!"  (We were teasing each other and I gave her a look as she was being feisty.)  Out came that sentence...the one she was thinking and without hesitation, she could express her very thought.  We were shocked and thrilled as we quickly started counting the words...5!  Smile.

She is also singing more words to the songs she knows. She loves music and keeps the beat, a future drummer.

She is watching Sesame Street and interacting with the characters and trying to do what the characters are doing and she wants to know their names!  Names have been a big concept that she is learning.  When she meets people or pets, she asks, "name" as she points to them.  After she learns their name she asks them, "why?"  Love it!

She is also very helpful in her chores.  She reminds me of what needs to be done. She really thrives on routine and order.

She learned to scooter this summer.  That brought some hardship as she broke her first bone in her arm.  The flip side of that... she caught her herself by extending her arms which is something we have been working on in therapy... for months!  Yay!

She also is loving to jump rope.  She picked it out of some toys at a store and asked to have it!  She can do many things with her rope than just jump. Smile. She can tie knots with it, twirl it around her head like a lasso, wiggle it on the ground and pretend it's a snake, with hissing sounds and all.

Imagination is coming into her play in many other areas too. Interacting with dolls and making tea in her kitchen is common.  She is naming her dolls as of late. Rhon-a seems to be her favorite name.  (We know very few Rhon-a's or Rhonda's.=)  She also likes to name her dolls after family members, like Auntie or Papa.  Love, love it!

Tattling!  We all have to watch ourselves now...HA!

Just a few unexpected joys with Phia, purely, unabashedly herself!

Kindred Spirits, Phia and Austin

"You're visiting Seattle?  This is our home state. Wow...would love to meet your daughter, we have never met anyone with Austin's syndrome before." =)

This was the message in my inbox after posting a few Seattle landmarks on my Facebook page, while on our Spring Break vacation!  Such a fun surprise after we tried to meet another family but were unable to arrange a time.

"We are staying in Mukilteo...how close are you?  We leave Friday but have some flexibility. We tried to meet another family but it hasn't worked out. We haven't met anyone in person, either!" My response within a few minutes after receiving her message.

How exciting is this.  Hoping to meet another family has been a dream to us.  Living with WHS AND living in Montana hasn't given us the opportunity to share in this way.  We've depended on social media, online, since Phia's diagnosis.  This was worth changing plans and making time for.   A dream come true for our families.  Truly exciting.

A few more texts and we were able to pinpoint a time and we were on our way!

As I walked through the door, Val reached out her hand for a greeting and I couldn't help but embrace her. Another Mom, acquainted with the journey of living with WHS... in the flesh. (Somewhat like pinching yourself when you think you are dreaming but find out your not!)  This was happening, really happening.

Then came her children, bouncing to greet us with a hello.  Austin was bashful and in the background taking it all in.  Reserved but with a smile that melted my heart.  A few moments passed as we were all talking and greeting one another.  Then the wave emotion hit me.  Austin was so similar to Phia.  His mannerisms the same.  WOW, another kiddo like mine! Tears of joy and relief as I witnessed another miracle before my eyes.  (Here's a pic to show what I am describing in these two.)  It didn't take long to be comfortable. *Smile*

The time we had together was full of embracing our likenesses and capturing as much on camera as possible. We had a short time to simply smile and express gratefulness.  It was perfect!  I'll let the pictures speak for themselves...

 

Later, that same day, as we were sharing photo's and texting, Val wrote, "seriously, how cute are these two? So many similarities!  The best smiles!"

Yes, seriously, kindred spirits.  The best smiles that leave us smiling until we see each other, again.

 

Thanks to Val, for reaching out and making this happen.  Looking forward to growing together in this amazing friendship.  Truly exciting and blessed.