tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681661814287561312024-03-05T07:34:34.476-08:00Kara Faith"My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be." Psalm 139: 15-16Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-9672044022901487192011-02-26T21:59:00.000-08:002011-02-26T22:00:04.108-08:001 year in Heaven 2.26.11<div><embed flashvars="&p=d788e36b12dda662f11bf8&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" height="382" name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="LT" scale="noscale" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=d788e36b12dda662f11bf8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="408" wmode="transparent"></embed><br />
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Please turn off Kara's music at bottom of blog to watch this video.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">It's really hard to grieve when everybody needs you. (I need them, too.) There's no time to do it. In a way, over the past year, that may have been a blessing. I don't have time to get stuck in it. I think some people think I should be over this by now. This is just an impression I have. If you can't ever "go there" then how do you get "over it." I will never get over the beautiful gift of life God gave me in my daughter... I am just learning to fall and walk forward, in faith.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I'm just calling this" Nancy in the Raw.")</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-33807539670222878682011-02-18T09:09:00.000-08:002011-02-18T09:09:30.864-08:00A TributeKara Faith flew to Jesus on 2.26.10. It was a Friday. Today, Friday, is one week from the actual one year mark. We have all been thinking about it. Yesterday, I received an encouraging phone call from my oldest daughter, Celeste, age 19. She is going to college in Illinois and is taking a public speaking course. She starts off telling me that she just left class where she gave a 5 minute speech. She told me that after the other speeches there was applause. The topic--Tribute. I thought she was going to tell me about how she wrote a tribute to her lovely grandmother, Loray Dailey, who was such a magnificent woman. (She passed away in October 2008 from complications from treatment for RA. Celeste also has this condition.) But no, my Celeste told me she gave a tribute to her youngest sister, Kara Faith. She stood in front of a large class and gave testimony to the impact Kara Faith had on her life, and others. I know how hard that must have been to do without crying. When Celeste sat down there was no immediate applause. Half the class was crying...<br />
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I am so proud of my daughter, Celeste Marie Dailey. Thank you for honoring your sister, the Lord, your Mom, and your family. Celeste said, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">In 49 days she had changed more lives than I have in my 19 years. This shows us that it is not the amount of life that we have… but it is how we choose live it." </span> </span>Kara Faith did this without speaking an audible word. I love you, Celeste. You are just as brave as your littlest sister!<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?created&&note_id=10150093986371743">Read notes for Celeste's speech here.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-5038850119568643352011-01-28T11:27:00.000-08:002011-01-28T11:27:58.341-08:00BrokennessOn this day last year Miss Kara Faith was still alive. She had her trial off of the vent. (<a href="http://sweetkarafaith.blogspot.com/2010/01/extubation-day.html">See January 28, 2010</a>) I remember being very afraid. I am not afraid anymore. Not for her. The Selah song that is on this blog says that "people say that I am brave, but I'm not. Truth is I'm barely hanging on..." I feel that today. Recent events have caused me to be here again. I am a mother of eight. Only five are home with me now. In the past 30 days my two older children have moved away. I feel Kara's loss that much more. I ache for my children. While there is still plenty of life left to live and children to teach and love, I still feel broken. The other day I got a picture of myself as a shattered clay pot. If someone were to glue that pot back together it would never be as it was before it broke. It may have holes, lines, imperfections. It is true that when something like losing a child happens you will never be the same. I hear you need to find a new normal. This week, Kara Faith has been gone from us for 11 months. I still haven't found my new normal. I begin to wonder when I will settle in--probably not right now as our family is going through more adjustments to living life differently with 2 more children away.<br />
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I usually find comfort in the Cross of Christ. I will see her again some day. I know this, but at times I still mourn, I still cry, I still feel crushed, I still wish it all could have been different. I pray that He would bring me JOY on a daily basis and not just in moments here and there. I have HoPE that He will do it. So in the meantime, I wait with expectation. Until then when I am weak, He will be strong.<br />
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And now, since it is Friday, I will wear purple, I will go get flowers for her spot, and I will have a donut. And I will remember...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-53593345712035635122011-01-08T05:12:00.001-08:002011-01-08T05:12:19.597-08:00One Singular Sensation!Happy 1st Birthday, Kara Faith!<br />(Turn off the blog music at the bottom of the page to watch this celebration video.)<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=d19a8eb682f6ccd1c27674" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=d19a8eb682f6ccd1c27674&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Photo and video editing at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-66110565183635594322011-01-04T10:08:00.000-08:002011-01-04T10:08:02.027-08:00A Gift for Kara Faith<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJeZvp_EZQ3v-_LQEaoykOOLNUUyKZ89j94fVe3mMXeGgpdBFv1Jfwt-cAF2TCoIt2PbzrBFnuLWvzvyU_DRwYLRZ22ZYNj-_3OZI3zxg_L7OJM4e6PR8DLB328YoOXE1LxBoEQPs2ocV/s1600/KFP+with+vase.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJeZvp_EZQ3v-_LQEaoykOOLNUUyKZ89j94fVe3mMXeGgpdBFv1Jfwt-cAF2TCoIt2PbzrBFnuLWvzvyU_DRwYLRZ22ZYNj-_3OZI3zxg_L7OJM4e6PR8DLB328YoOXE1LxBoEQPs2ocV/s320/KFP+with+vase.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Recently, we were out-of-town for Christmas. We came home to a pleasant surprise--the vase for Kara Faith's monument had been delivered and installed. Now there is a lovely place for her flowers. On Friday, Kara's "special" day, I brought out some flowers for her new vase. It appears that white daisies are out of season, but I found a bunch with a pink Gerber Daisy and some other purple flowers, so that was the one. You will notice that we have "Our Little Peanut" engraved on the back of the vase. This is so that her name is listed together with the rest of our family. It is really difficult for me to feel complete without her here...<br />
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A neat thing happened when Stuart and I were there to deliver her 1st bunch of flowers. We heard an owl hooting at us from a nearby tree. Why is this special? Stuart loved reading to Kara. One of his favorite books is <u>Owl Moon</u>. Please read my post, <a href="http://sweetkarafaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddys-gift.html">Daddy's Gift </a>, about our special memories with this book and Kara. Stuart and I went looking for our feathered friend. We think we located the tree, but he must have been hiding very well. We still have hope... the "kind of hope that flies on shining wings under a silent Owl Moon."<br />
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Kara Faith's 1st Birthday is this Saturday, January 8th. Please celebrate with us by wearing purple or lavender in her honor. You can eat donuts or any sweets, too! Please consider donating to your local NICU or children's hospital or donating to <a href="http://www.stringofpearlsonline.org/">String of Pearls</a>. Thank you!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-25959584553301302082010-12-08T19:23:00.000-08:002010-12-08T20:14:36.755-08:00Christmas at Kara's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZ3KhGxMPwU7YK8qYhzYtktuxBNiCWiarzOXNr-qB9SzqNgaLAzlPHnZjAsAEjv1MxygTmyQhHnQjLGF7IYIppZeKvGAvcIqywX309aDkHKjFEc_YR2Nom2mqGw6EglQsjLDmrVRKvSTW/s1600/Christmas+at+Kara%2527s+spot.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZ3KhGxMPwU7YK8qYhzYtktuxBNiCWiarzOXNr-qB9SzqNgaLAzlPHnZjAsAEjv1MxygTmyQhHnQjLGF7IYIppZeKvGAvcIqywX309aDkHKjFEc_YR2Nom2mqGw6EglQsjLDmrVRKvSTW/s400/Christmas+at+Kara%2527s+spot.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548522193316722114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtV6t9Mij_nYcEB0fZrDcwz3bDM9n2pm1w2lGJ3iEfTHqWJ_F48M6qlvXOhoOinv3Zj4cpK4Z-FUhMxzDGEjf2lcm79C_yqOCcieOkQ1pqPSMPJM5Ns3oyOhBQYdFYwnm3SYuwO5vvkbmD/s1600/holidays+2010+090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtV6t9Mij_nYcEB0fZrDcwz3bDM9n2pm1w2lGJ3iEfTHqWJ_F48M6qlvXOhoOinv3Zj4cpK4Z-FUhMxzDGEjf2lcm79C_yqOCcieOkQ1pqPSMPJM5Ns3oyOhBQYdFYwnm3SYuwO5vvkbmD/s400/holidays+2010+090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548522187147265794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Happy 11 month birthday today, sweet Kara Faith! I know you are in Heaven, but it sure made your Mommy feel good to decorate your "spot in the park." We found purple and silver heart-shaped ornaments and hung them on your Dogwood tree. Also, there's a pink stocking with a big, beautiful "K" for Kara. (You can thank Max for that! Your Momma lost it in the middle of Target when he brought it over...) This Christmas season has been a melancholy time. We took your crib out of your room and made it into a toddler bed. Then Mommy moved your boxes and your things and put up the Christmas tree in that spot. Still need to go through some of that, but haven't had the heart to do it. One day soon, I will. Today, Mommy's friend, Lorie, gave her a beautiful ornament for the tree in your memory--it says FAITH. This Christmas it is Mommy's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">HoPE</span> that we all put our faith in Jesus and celebrate what a gift God gave us when He came into this world. We all know first hand what God can do with a little baby. Until I see you again, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you Little Peanut...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZkr8qSvPGzFauIoMNprJTdjLvLQTa6dkxYARPajzu0nldoLmgfyD0_y5rBqSwRWNjxMlzhkJ97A5EvQOqVHb40TVLA_njSm8cmZ1F5vNVRVjDgrgzGAOuESyAvOlF9VgJC5AkoxBiLIR/s1600/Christmas+at+Kara%2527s+spot.jpeg"><br /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-22612557473776428392010-11-03T21:10:00.000-07:002010-11-03T21:20:38.359-07:00It's here!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDBu0t9T45K9SkSqjJVHgghpg9FPRxQGwWN7MDmt2ZUEDkbKsW58FZIVgl1zpUbOqVZAaQascl-GMb3O0-OF4fHTsMRYdxLjkQVUn5HKU6dwAEGEbYPBcle7lgYCl8ZiPZanwpTAjG1N2/s1600/New+Stone+for+Kara+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535542945028763986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDBu0t9T45K9SkSqjJVHgghpg9FPRxQGwWN7MDmt2ZUEDkbKsW58FZIVgl1zpUbOqVZAaQascl-GMb3O0-OF4fHTsMRYdxLjkQVUn5HKU6dwAEGEbYPBcle7lgYCl8ZiPZanwpTAjG1N2/s400/New+Stone+for+Kara+006.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSAltpXSSVEe-Jm7cUSA91RMNri0ULoIfGLOzUjfjlLuhNMLg5r2ybK9AvMp5DIM_qWibf_9HLqfj8dqkIQvF33grM0TXESQtLhuWLTXMXMTP1Ma6hmBV1eJce11LD6US6QntmRE9L0Lq/s1600/New+Stone+for+Kara+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535542940804862434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSAltpXSSVEe-Jm7cUSA91RMNri0ULoIfGLOzUjfjlLuhNMLg5r2ybK9AvMp5DIM_qWibf_9HLqfj8dqkIQvF33grM0TXESQtLhuWLTXMXMTP1Ma6hmBV1eJce11LD6US6QntmRE9L0Lq/s400/New+Stone+for+Kara+003.jpg" /></a><br />We were so excited last Friday when we got the call that North Florida Monument was at Kara Faith's spot in the park to install her beautiful marker. Since Friday is Little Peanut's special day, we were tickled pink to have such wonderful news! A vase will go on the side--it is on order. I hope by spring we will be able to get a bench to put nearby, so the lovely FL red ants won't bother us while we are visiting. I just wanted to share with you all!<br /><div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-74951502748692709312010-10-08T06:30:00.000-07:002010-10-08T06:49:22.125-07:00Miss Kara Faith's Friday<span style="color:#6600cc;">On a Friday, at 6:42 a.m. exactly 9 months ago, little 5 pound, 14 ounce Kara Faith was born. Her birthday is January 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>. Today is purple day--the girls will wear purple (or lavender) which is Kara's color. I have many <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span> friends that wear purple on Fridays in memory of Kara. I am very thankful for their thoughtfulness. Every Friday, after her birth, we would celebrate another week with her by having donuts from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krispy</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kreme</span>. Since Little Peanut was born and flew to Jesus on a Friday we have donuts and wear purple. Today is more special than that because it is her "9 month birthday." Stu and I will take daisies to her spot in the park. I will read Psalm 139 over her and sing today for Kara. We are missing her so much. So today I am remembering...</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Kara's headstone was ordered almost 2 weeks ago. We are expecting it to be done soon and can't wait to share it here. It is truly beautiful and we are so thankful for it, and her. God has a plan for us even though we can't see it. I am still trusting in Him.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-47123115140133986672010-09-03T07:18:00.000-07:002010-09-03T07:39:38.299-07:00Daisies for Kara<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7f9WR0Z-TjVd8rveTRsqs_cCbDAxzO4tXUbBbrhALuVuOopXpnU5obrh3_yROyrR-f1JXMbWrNbCKcfV202eXXGLyfsjc-1HPKRk54t-8L4C7hnbM4LAPECSB2nIsVgqNfKFxny04gC5/s1600/Daisies+for+Kara.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512692962009994162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7f9WR0Z-TjVd8rveTRsqs_cCbDAxzO4tXUbBbrhALuVuOopXpnU5obrh3_yROyrR-f1JXMbWrNbCKcfV202eXXGLyfsjc-1HPKRk54t-8L4C7hnbM4LAPECSB2nIsVgqNfKFxny04gC5/s320/Daisies+for+Kara.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong>The Field Daisy</strong><br /><br />I'm a pretty little thing,</div><div align="center">Always coming with the spring;</div><div align="center">In the meadows green I'm found,</div><div align="center">Peeping just above the ground,</div><div align="center">And my stalk is cover'd flat</div><div align="center">With a white and yellow hat. </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Little Kara, when you pass</div><div align="center">Lightly o'er the tender grass,</div><div align="center">Skip about, but do not tread</div><div align="center">On my bright but lowly head, </div><div align="center">For I always seem to say,</div><div align="center">"Surely winter's gone away." </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">(A poem by Ann Taylor--altered by changing the name to Kara.)</div><div align="center">Kara Faith left this world during the winter and, surely, just as this poem says, it has "gone away" for her. As we put her little white casket in the ground that early March day the first signs of spring could be seen. I believe those signs pointed to the Eternal Hope that we have in Jesus. He makes all things new! (Rev. 21:5) Kara Faith, you are new now...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-4144068480318312322010-08-29T13:02:00.000-07:002010-08-29T13:18:41.487-07:00A Daughter is a Gift<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixO_84hgqrZC5CcqdaZKUaSy5zvqwBnBGQ8jbFfEO2QX9UqjcOhpIMX60Alt6PM7Gz3X2oOEswhHprm9sTCcpnIYHE6iYcv1JU8BkhDddf6_vq8fmmfAxL23nUWURAJ8K4a8W9jEacIxjq/s1600/Celeste+holds+Kara+II.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510927104458051714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixO_84hgqrZC5CcqdaZKUaSy5zvqwBnBGQ8jbFfEO2QX9UqjcOhpIMX60Alt6PM7Gz3X2oOEswhHprm9sTCcpnIYHE6iYcv1JU8BkhDddf6_vq8fmmfAxL23nUWURAJ8K4a8W9jEacIxjq/s400/Celeste+holds+Kara+II.jpg" /></a> Celeste holding her baby sister for the first time.</div><div align="center">(10 days old)</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcFDK4XCMqK-uosMY4Iov1XC6prRz9EJ2hvOlf50uB-IbfgPJ1HsLIqh-2660yBY1nWdzTwL7isTztv99q8hUJ8HukB6DMtstQPRYKtycpZjCfCymo_cvck2Q6QmFsbRux6OHQUBRoUWs/s1600/My+Three+Girls.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510927096246092482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcFDK4XCMqK-uosMY4Iov1XC6prRz9EJ2hvOlf50uB-IbfgPJ1HsLIqh-2660yBY1nWdzTwL7isTztv99q8hUJ8HukB6DMtstQPRYKtycpZjCfCymo_cvck2Q6QmFsbRux6OHQUBRoUWs/s400/My+Three+Girls.jpg" /></a>My 3 girls: Celeste Marie, Eden Joy, & Kara Faith<br /><div></div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-10200275595591821502010-07-19T09:55:00.000-07:002010-07-19T10:12:43.074-07:00Moved to Tears<div align="center">Max watches over his sweet sister who is 1 week old.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhtesMYZQJBL9gBtRjjVDZtp-h4aqQ4K11B53KIAlk7TToFwQ4pYLrf7yzfRc0NNXt4NS3LhqW9vpyVJ8KjTn1KFzdP0DxGKqRN_W_2bVVaCy2OJG0irtTW3hxZZmiY8Eq-6cI0auV_JC/s1600/Max+and+Kara.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495662281836817474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhtesMYZQJBL9gBtRjjVDZtp-h4aqQ4K11B53KIAlk7TToFwQ4pYLrf7yzfRc0NNXt4NS3LhqW9vpyVJ8KjTn1KFzdP0DxGKqRN_W_2bVVaCy2OJG0irtTW3hxZZmiY8Eq-6cI0auV_JC/s400/Max+and+Kara.jpeg" /></a> Love is Kara's big brother, Dan. (1 week old)<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgdpA7kTOXf3eBzeVHsUOKzYPduXxvr9nff8cNbsyFbPtOq2Q3GTTVQSbU2dCbKeKQ3TvtZf_DfzWg67hmQ26X4jYp4NaxkCbzLNInOd4vLNZtLN2ikTdw2ayXtnBTLvrcLpo-3hR04Km/s1600/Dannyloveskara.jpeg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495662279735183394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgdpA7kTOXf3eBzeVHsUOKzYPduXxvr9nff8cNbsyFbPtOq2Q3GTTVQSbU2dCbKeKQ3TvtZf_DfzWg67hmQ26X4jYp4NaxkCbzLNInOd4vLNZtLN2ikTdw2ayXtnBTLvrcLpo-3hR04Km/s400/Dannyloveskara.jpeg.jpg" /></a> Daddy holding his little globug--1 day old.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEggs56Ez3N6o6jdvVCf0Z_HQpN1QPBJQzEEHS-D1I5gt9e4hRfmwEy2J6S9gZyHbWasNParJWWwlT0ToaTwCoVsxp0o1fvBt9_jiEUhPNmeohjBeOjt5AK_hwwdVQ7R4GPJI9eJEGVm0I/s1600/Daddykaraglobug.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495662273337552834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEggs56Ez3N6o6jdvVCf0Z_HQpN1QPBJQzEEHS-D1I5gt9e4hRfmwEy2J6S9gZyHbWasNParJWWwlT0ToaTwCoVsxp0o1fvBt9_jiEUhPNmeohjBeOjt5AK_hwwdVQ7R4GPJI9eJEGVm0I/s400/Daddykaraglobug.jpg" /></a><br />I came across these pictures today and they moved me to tears. In the days after Kara Faith was born my time was limited in going through the pictures and posting on her. I so distinctly remember these moments that are pictured here. First, Kara was 1 day old when we went down to the NICU to visit her and found her under orange & blue bili-lights. Yes, they were orange and blue--Go Gators! I love the sweet picture of her with her daddy. Also, Dan & Max spent many hours in the NICU with their baby sister. Here are a couple of her wrapped up in the EEG wires. They brought tears to my eyes because I hated her having those tests done. They were on her for 48 hours plus that time because it was over a weekend and their tests were done, but no one was around to take them off. At that point, we didn't know exactly how long she would be with us and we just wanted to hold her and love her and the EEG got in the way of bonding with our baby. Both Dan and Max took this in stride and you can see how much they love their sister. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The pain of losing her surfaces in spurts now. <br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-4358125931648877012010-06-30T20:12:00.000-07:002010-06-30T20:31:14.299-07:00Holding My BreathDid you ever hold your breath so that you wouldn't lose the moment? That is what it was like holding her, being next to her. Each moment so wonderful with her sweet spirit I didn't want to let that breath out and lose it, or lose her. Forty-nine days of holding my breath... Days of tension, unforgettable minutes, hours with her. Some days I am holding on to that so tight that I can think of nothing else. What if I forget? Some days I am like a boat lost at sea being thrown this way and that on the waves and not caring where I end up. Today, tonight it came crashing down on me again. I found myself holding my breath once again. It won't bring her back. I want to remember her moving inside of me. I want to freeze the feeling, the moment. I want to feel the weight of her in my arms again and hear her breathing.<br /><br />Kara Faith had such a sweet, gentle spirit. I am thinking of two people in particular that remarked on it. One was her PT, Jenna, that said she just loved working with Kara because of her sweet spirit. Another was our good friend Donnie who was remarkably affected by her spirit and how much she spoke "life" to him. <br /><br />Some days I don't know if I will ever recover, if I will ever be the same person I used to be, if I will ever feel joy and happiness for more than a fleeting moment. I'm still holding my breath. I am a much better person for having known her, for having been given the gift of her. I can ask "why?" to God and I can wish it were different, but it doesn't make it so. I do <em>know</em> this though. I will see her again. I will hold her in my arms and I will <em>know</em> that sweet spirit once again.<br /><br />But for now I am just holding my breath...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-74296643634167092862010-06-17T07:20:00.000-07:002010-06-17T07:33:27.482-07:00Walking the WalkIt probably wouldn't be a surprise for anyone for me to admit that I struggle some days with the home going of my sweet baby girl, Kara Faith. Recently, I attended a baby shower for a lovely young lady that is having her first baby, a girl. I rejoice with her. What I didn't expect was that during opening the gifts I started to realize that Kara would never wear those cute baby clothes, or take a bath that needed a cute little hooded towel, or use a pacifier. It has been almost 4 months since she left us, but I still have those moments where I'm right back to the last days she was with us, or the feelings I had right after her death. We never had a baby shower for her--not even a small one. In the back of my mind when I was pregnant with her the question was, "How do you have a baby shower for a baby that you don't even know will live?" That was heartbreaking to think of. I suppose it still is.<br /><br /><div align="center">Here Stu is feeding our baby girl as she sits in the bouncy I bought for her. Even the normal things we did with Kara Faith were extraordinary to us.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNd1knsV2WL5_WZyE9zkbsUBnHaHauZnwR-Ek0LXLvXV3EBPHkuY8_Vjn9e9fTTQjNsRve3pDPaKg_WbaiySw5wQNWAdxhzd_PwJgs-gfRRiaPthj23yEPTqalbId-vFspQhQtwOPblYH/s1600/Daddy+feeding+in+bouncy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483750222561833794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNd1knsV2WL5_WZyE9zkbsUBnHaHauZnwR-Ek0LXLvXV3EBPHkuY8_Vjn9e9fTTQjNsRve3pDPaKg_WbaiySw5wQNWAdxhzd_PwJgs-gfRRiaPthj23yEPTqalbId-vFspQhQtwOPblYH/s320/Daddy+feeding+in+bouncy.jpg" /></a> <div>Grief is like a roller coaster. Some days you are up and some days you are down. I had someone express to me that has lost a baby recently that sometimes you are afraid you'll get stuck in the spiral on that roller coaster, too. I have had those days and am very familiar with them. My hubby just pointed out to me that we started grieving for Kara Faith at 15 weeks gestation. God has been good to us. He has given us peace during this process. I somewhat feel that that peace is starting to lift and I am feeling her life and loss more acutely than before. It may be that I just stuffed it all in a box and was trying to keep the lid on it because it was too much to deal with at the moment. We made some hard decisions in the wake of her leaving us. Life has just been hard in other areas that would be a challenge under normal circumstances, but we were truly walking through a fire... We are currently praying for direction in how to proceed with schooling our children at home, Stuart's work, and acquiring a new peace and joy in our lives. The "new normal" is a daily adjustment. Jesus is standing right by me through this and is not offended at my ramblings. He can handle my grief. He is the most sure thing that exists in this world.<br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?.... No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8: 35 & 37-39</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-64244137530913482462010-05-23T21:20:00.000-07:002010-05-23T22:11:05.323-07:00Noble PurposesPart of my purpose in this life is to be <em>Kara Faith's</em> voice. I do this with a trembling faith. I wish she had lived. I would be lying to you if I shared that I had complete peace about the situation. My desire has always been to bring God the Glory through losing her. This is not always easy to walk out. For some reason, and I suppose it's just the way grief is, I have been very sorrowful the past couple of weeks. It's like I'm right back there after she died, but now I don't feel that inner peace that God gave me to get through that rough time. All of life continues and the world goes relentlessly on around me yet my heart still hurts and yearns for my baby. I'm not sure how to come to terms with all of this. I suppose it will take a lifetime. I am currently thinking on what I can carry with me that would be a piece of her. Also, we are getting ready to order her gravestone. I just feel right that it should be heart-shaped and have some writing on the back with possibly our names and "littlest of eight" or something similar. We're just saving our pennies for that. I am just so melancholy. So if you see me around and ask me how I'm doing don't let the smile and the response fool you, there is something deep and unsearchable going on inside. I am pondering these things in my heart. They lead me to Him. Him who made me. Him who made her... And almost every day little Eden Joy draws pictures for her "baby Kara." This warms my soul. Tonight Joshua, age 2, peeked into her crib and whispered her name. These two little ones were the biggest reason I wanted to get her home to be part of our family. Those 4 days. They made a difference to Eden and Joshua. She made a difference to <strong>many more...<br /><br /></strong><br />"But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? "Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, 'Why did you make me like this?'" Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?" Romans 9:20-21<br /><br />And Little Miss Kara, I believe you were made for a <em><strong>noble purpose</strong></em>...<br /><br />(I have been reading <em>I Will Carry You</em> by Angie Smith. Her words have inspired me to share this today. In addition, God directed my eyes to the above scripture during our church service today.)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-87935795627178386042010-05-21T22:12:00.000-07:002010-05-21T22:17:49.680-07:00Love is right here...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NpidMeQm3ZMmGpwImhbeJiNgFlx0GPGMlxwlcvnAMlL4EJ14gAnDaDcfF3hiqr7BUzd9tF_SZgpjQc1d4ZrFphiZ1scQPWoS1GoCYN4PxXu5z5q807PPp_Swjx3MmeFnY1vzJW-_sndo/s1600/26808_1369360880592_1428831880_990606_7002328_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473958242129881634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NpidMeQm3ZMmGpwImhbeJiNgFlx0GPGMlxwlcvnAMlL4EJ14gAnDaDcfF3hiqr7BUzd9tF_SZgpjQc1d4ZrFphiZ1scQPWoS1GoCYN4PxXu5z5q807PPp_Swjx3MmeFnY1vzJW-_sndo/s400/26808_1369360880592_1428831880_990606_7002328_n.jpg" /></a> Love is right here ~ Love is alive... <div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kara Faith's big sister, Celeste, holding Eden Joy and Joshua right after we put Kara in the ground... Her white limo in the background. I came across this picture again today and it is precious.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-16541872982854404842010-05-14T11:38:00.000-07:002010-05-14T11:41:37.177-07:00More of us and her...<table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455334d6a41794d7a513d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: For Stu" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455334d6a41794d7a513d0d0a.jpg" width="386" height="303" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" height="46" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/all/slideshows/index.html" target="_blank">Free picture slideshow</a> customized with Smilebox</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Turn off Kara's music at the bottom of the page. This is a slideshow I made for Stuart in March on his 42nd birthday. It is more of our whole family and of course includes a lot of Kara Faith. He was an amazing Daddy to Kara Faith. His endurance would have tested the limits of any man. Dedicated and loving and faithful to her he was and is. Thank you for our little girl, Stuart!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-76519608279487585522010-04-29T06:48:00.000-07:002010-04-29T06:52:16.512-07:00I heart Kara Faith<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFrXRZEJOkFumvFB6ODm7pxljY0GAlmtj8LaJKdakDY1i5LlSvC3O1CTrMg90LqA9JnFDtCFVXyFtZolhL6ZxYlrL5y8IxzlL3L3D5HK-iRuV3qFihs44TrXBKrP3W0dFnmxlmlrDN4mZ/s1600/Loretta+and+Teri.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556112485501810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFrXRZEJOkFumvFB6ODm7pxljY0GAlmtj8LaJKdakDY1i5LlSvC3O1CTrMg90LqA9JnFDtCFVXyFtZolhL6ZxYlrL5y8IxzlL3L3D5HK-iRuV3qFihs44TrXBKrP3W0dFnmxlmlrDN4mZ/s400/Loretta+and+Teri.jpg" /></a> My sweet little Peanut sits on Ms. Teri's lap. I love her in this little heart outfit that her big sister, Celeste, got for her. Right now, some days, I have to remind myself that Kara Faith was here and she was real. I just don't want to forget anything about her...<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-52662540792950886742010-04-23T20:39:00.001-07:002010-04-23T20:41:11.221-07:00My New Favorite<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq9yxmakTXXL4e-YC0cZq2gQys0JvmEHvv82q4cPpAv8VddSmtSwzWzDXp_SmvnfB8Sl7KrmClVAg4lZ5cxcAR3ihm0xA0JptsDA3hegGkSMtgtUeyo2oAuf4ZBZObAvvxt3ZXmMYZJyi/s1600/Kissing+Kara.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463543783618627282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq9yxmakTXXL4e-YC0cZq2gQys0JvmEHvv82q4cPpAv8VddSmtSwzWzDXp_SmvnfB8Sl7KrmClVAg4lZ5cxcAR3ihm0xA0JptsDA3hegGkSMtgtUeyo2oAuf4ZBZObAvvxt3ZXmMYZJyi/s400/Kissing+Kara.bmp" border="0" /></a> She was such a sweet spirit. You can see it here...<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-41174759528903651242010-04-23T15:10:00.000-07:002010-04-23T15:21:57.202-07:00Collage of Kara...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0q45x6vzkx1u8Ra4tzhHW0mrZ6jqe5dLsPCi7HkKeQwVlUwfd1NWbLbQxXBDW_x3ZH6LAF97L5n40kSUetvE6XAQhD-pbFjTLv2zMNZje98ZGtvz1WEg_W6sinAsj-PfS7mdd1iAw2x8Q/s1600/Kara+Faith+gone+8+weeks+-+Page+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463461248960107650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0q45x6vzkx1u8Ra4tzhHW0mrZ6jqe5dLsPCi7HkKeQwVlUwfd1NWbLbQxXBDW_x3ZH6LAF97L5n40kSUetvE6XAQhD-pbFjTLv2zMNZje98ZGtvz1WEg_W6sinAsj-PfS7mdd1iAw2x8Q/s400/Kara+Faith+gone+8+weeks+-+Page+001.jpg" /></a> Today she has been gone from us for 8 weeks... Kara is sitting on Jesus' lap. What a wonderous thing that must be! I am wearing my purple and awaiting donuts. Enjoy her pictures!<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-88819175391050103862010-04-17T09:06:00.001-07:002010-04-17T09:13:17.919-07:0049 DaysYesterday we celebrated 49 days since Kara Faith went to the arms of Jesus. We wore purple and had donuts. We visited her little "spot" in the "park." Today we march forward... It is the 50<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> day since she left us and now she has been gone longer than she was with us. My memory of her grows fonder and my faith is being renewed. I can begin to see life beyond the journey we have been walking through. God is faithful. He is in the business of changing hearts and I am praying for Him to lead me (and my family) forward. I am so thankful for Kara and we all miss her, but truly to have her back would be to limit her in this world. She is much better in heaven with my Savior. There she is perfect and lacking nothing. I love you my little Peanut, sweet Kara Faith.<br /><br />I am still wading through the pictures that we took of her. There are so many and it's hard to look upon many of them. I hope to share a few here and there as the days come. Bless you, everyone, for being such a support to us and we hope that Kara Faith has inspired your trust in Him who made you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-35813572280374483052010-04-15T13:53:00.001-07:002010-04-15T14:06:03.965-07:00Kara Faith ~ A Testimony<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">For some time now, I have been wanting to share this testimony. It comes from a dear friend at church who also lost a child from a special condition. Oh how his words have strengthened me over the past weeks! I cried when I typed this up to share with you. May God have <em>all</em> the Glory for my pregnancy with Kara Faith, her tiny life while she was here, and her testimony that goes on...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">"We need to acknowledge God when we see him in action. It is important for those who need their faith strengthened (such as myself) to hear, “That is God in action!" God has sovereignly worked in Miss Kara’s life. There are two ways that it is clear (even though we see through a glass darkly for now) that God faithfully demonstrates that Kara is both a heritage from God and a reward!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">In 1989 when I had just received the news on the phone that our little one, Amanda Hope, would not live, I was overcome and had to drop everything and go home for the day. As I was driving, I saw a child in the car ahead of me that had Down Syndrome and was climbing over the seat. I realized that our little one would never do something so simple. I actually saw that a child whom even moments before I would have looked down upon-now had advantages that I envied for my own child. At that moment God changed my heart forever in regards to children. I saw that every child, Down Syndrome or otherwise, was indelibly marked with the image of their own Maker—the image of God. Therefore, every child is worthy to be loved and cared for by their parents. Kara has had a powerful impact on all of us around her. As a child created in the image of God, she is a reward of the womb. She is a gift.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Kara is a gift. The Lord, I believe, gave me a picture. It is the picture of a package. A package that when it arrived was wrapped in dark, fearful wrapping paper. There were no lavender ribbons or bows, but instead coarse twine that was tightly knotted over and over. This package is one that no one would have chosen. You, Stu and Nancy, have cut your fingers untying the course harsh knots with rejection from people, difficult decisions, grief and difficult emotions, and even doubt about your own adequacy in regard to your care of Kara. Then you have had to part with her! But as you were able to just slide the twine off and peek inside the package a beam of brilliant light burst forth! Oh my! This package that seemed so awful on the outside is truly a gift. Then as the package was unwrapped further, more and more life and joy of the Lord Jesus Christ continually has enfolded you. Peace, perspective, and courage came forth. The gift contains the fellowship of sharing in the suffering of Christ and obedience to His call in caring for one that the world would have put to death – Miss Kara. For He loves the ones others consider unlovely who are His. Christ died for the ungodly, even ourselves, who were unlovely and should have been unwanted. Our Heavenly Father willingly suffered the loss of His Son for our sins only to receive Him back to be with Him forever. You have lost Kara for now, but by God’s grace she will be with you in Eternity – a wonderful heritage. This seemingly dark and fearful package is a gift that will continually make you more and more like your Savior, Jesus Christ – the Best Kind of Gift, though you initially would never have chosen it. A gift you will continue to open in the years to come." </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">~written by Christopher Spencer--dear friend, loving husband and father, and fellow member of Abundant Grace</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-45701876523198796932010-03-26T10:49:00.001-07:002010-03-26T10:55:30.819-07:00Fridays are Donut Day & Purple Day<div align="center">Eden Joy (3.5 yrs) with me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMN2pCtB0d3UEq6ABjqu7lCKDsa5KJdvmZCwxcF0LE3dXecRarH0WBQkhEvgzLZlmRURyQ481-en347MQEt4EV79uES__cWtXRjHkUWXjrArhH02PSVpT2OUQj-jPt3Hq8JF8cSNzRTIk/s1600/Purple+Day+II.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453001428409126194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMN2pCtB0d3UEq6ABjqu7lCKDsa5KJdvmZCwxcF0LE3dXecRarH0WBQkhEvgzLZlmRURyQ481-en347MQEt4EV79uES__cWtXRjHkUWXjrArhH02PSVpT2OUQj-jPt3Hq8JF8cSNzRTIk/s400/Purple+Day+II.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#6600cc;"> Every Friday we get donuts in honor of Kara Faith. We started this tradition when she was 1 week old and still in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">NICU</span>. We would celebrate each week she was with us with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krispy</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kreme</span> Donuts. Yum! Also, since her color is lavender/purple we like to wear it on Fridays. Kara Faith was born on a Friday and went to Jesus on a Friday, so it's a pretty special day around here!<br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-69016545724032200272010-03-25T22:17:00.000-07:002010-11-10T13:17:56.354-08:0017 Hours03.26.2010 1 month ago today…<br /><br />I held my baby girl in my arms for the last time. I rocked her and smelled her little smell. I touched her sweet little head and hands. I kissed her fingers and held them. She gave us an amazing last 17 hours and I wanted to tell that story…<br /><br />Thursday, February 25th, 2010, we knew that Kara wanted to go home to be with her Big Daddy. Both of us knew. Stu took a shower and put on his date clothes—jeans, oxfords, and a button down shirt. I took a shower and tried to get comfortable after days of hardly any sleep. We called Celeste and told her to go get Jamie at the high school. We had decided that we wouldn’t bag her anymore if she had another apnea episode. We did so for the last time at 1:55 p.m. as the big kids were pulling into the drive-way to say good-bye to their baby sister. We were all here with our nurse, Loretta. We didn’t think Kara Faith would last long because she had been having breathing episodes at least every hour or so and sometimes more. I remember that I couldn’t get that heart/apnea monitor off of her fast enough. I practically threw the thing down and ripped the tight band that encircled her little chest off. I got to hold her without SO many things attached. It was glorious! Kara was on oxygen and had a humidifier. We didn’t take away anything that she needed. (We did turn off the crazy loud humidifier later in the day.) All afternoon we passed her around to all the children and we rocked her and rocked her. We took pictures. Lots of people from Hospice came. Friends from church came. We sang and sang to her. We were going to sing her right into heaven. Meanwhile, she looked lovely. She enjoyed us and it SO much. She cried a little and we fed her. I changed her diaper, her clothes. I remember the chaplain from Hospice came, Father Ralph, and he was moved to tears because he had never seen anything like what we were doing—singing and all of us around her and just enjoying the fellowship, worship, and a tiny baby. Our pastors both came. Friends brought dinner. My brother, Jamie, drove 750 miles and showed up at my door around 9 p.m. to a room full of people singing to a little baby. It was truly amazing!! Our friend, Teri, finally left near 1 a.m. Our nurse, Pat, had come on around 10 or so. Yet hours later, Kara Faith was still here with her family. Finally, it was Stuart and I rocking her alone in the night without any confusion from a busy day. Pat was close encouraging us. Kara started to run a temperature from all of the holding. She had problems regulating her temps anyway, so I was watching it very closely to try to keep her as comfy as possible. I had her wrapped in a blanket that my friend, Teri Garard, made for her. She was wearing a little onesie with purple flowers on it given to her by her big sister, Celeste.<br /><br />Around 3:40 a.m. I could not physically stay awake anymore. I handed Kara Faith to Stuart in the rocker and Pat watched on. She promised me that she would come at get me as soon as something happened. At about 4:15 a.m. Pat ran into my room and awoke me and said she thought it was time… I awoke FULLY from my sleep and rushed out. Kara had stopped breathing in Stu’s arms, I fell to the chair and layed over her in Stu’s lap and wept. Pat listened to her heart and said it was still beating. Then I asked for my baby. Stu handed her to me and I wept some more. Then, right there, she started breathing again. (By this time I believe it had been a few minutes without breath.) It was like she was just waiting for her momma to get there. Then we thought that maybe she was waiting for her birthday. She turned 7 weeks old at 6:42 a.m. that morning. She gave us almost three more hours to enjoy her sweet spirit. As the sun rose on a new day at 7:00 a.m. Kara Faith took her last breath here and went to be with Jesus. It was a quiet moment. Her daddy was holding her. Then he handed her to me and her heart stopped beating in my arms. So we both held her in that last moment. We both loved her with a fierce kind of love that only a parent can have. I can ONLY imagine how God loves us if we love our children this way. When I received Kara Faith’s diagnosis back in August 2009 I knew that it would never be enough. That I would never have enough time with her. I also knew that God had numbered her days perfectly. So after 45 days in the NICU and 4 days at home, our sweet baby girl got to go Home. Kara Faith gave us that last 17 hours to truly enjoy her. She possessed the sweetest spirit. We were truly given a GOOD gift. I will NEVER be the same…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-668166181428756131.post-39205355852193586682010-03-11T17:33:00.000-08:002010-03-11T17:46:53.255-08:00Taking Refuge<div align="center">Kara Faith's Temporary Marker</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Many thank you's to the City of Newberry and North FL Monument!)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYlxRQyi22mA3FV2xmIADOVib4tj5RuE3iNQYIianrgzbUCOnizij_8sByThkIATGMVhfZnKdCnZx6HqbStKXgVrbmDC6azxKjTE0_t31nyyoq-AKZjVipQkb3FGsm5u08pg1BQErNqqu/s1600-h/Kara's+Temp+Marker.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447555165448470930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYlxRQyi22mA3FV2xmIADOVib4tj5RuE3iNQYIianrgzbUCOnizij_8sByThkIATGMVhfZnKdCnZx6HqbStKXgVrbmDC6azxKjTE0_t31nyyoq-AKZjVipQkb3FGsm5u08pg1BQErNqqu/s320/Kara's+Temp+Marker.jpg" /></a> I can still feel her in my arms when I look at this...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ah7gRzlqcVChgZ0KrlF4yO5WaYbBjQfUFcvkgFGbCImJc-azAV5w34OynDogh0KkS-O36DXMjcRWS_N0ALHxgK_fmfYRn86P70Exgl9ndM2Xl9rDHmr0HHMYh3rJ46eqG0xWtD3fsQ0W/s1600-h/Holding+Sweet+Kara+Faith.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447555156386527298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ah7gRzlqcVChgZ0KrlF4yO5WaYbBjQfUFcvkgFGbCImJc-azAV5w34OynDogh0KkS-O36DXMjcRWS_N0ALHxgK_fmfYRn86P70Exgl9ndM2Xl9rDHmr0HHMYh3rJ46eqG0xWtD3fsQ0W/s320/Holding+Sweet+Kara+Faith.jpg" /></a><br />Feelings are pretty rough over here. It is a true effort to rise each day and do all the "normal" stuff we are to be doing. God gave me Psalm 16 last night when we were praying...<br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">"Keep me safe, O God, for in you I take refuge. </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">I said to the LORD, "You are my Lord; </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">apart from you I have no good thing." (verses 1-2)</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">"LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">you have made my lot secure.<br />The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">surely I have a delightful inheritance.<br />I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">even at night my heart instructs me.<br />I have set the LORD always before me. </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken." (vs. 5-8)</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070358918737011146noreply@blogger.com9