Saturday, February 02, 2008

Update on the Meadow Family

Just want to update on my friend and walking through this terrible time....
First of all, I know that many of you who read this are first time moms and I want to encourage you to not allow the spirit of fear to plague you. I want to remind you to "take every thought captive" 2 Cor. 10:5. Everytime you start "what iffing" (That's my own phrase) and start worrying you MUST combat the lie with a truth from God's word. Mommies' minds go terrible worrisome ways during a tradgedy like this.

I also want to share the truth and power of God's word as I share with you what I have seen with my own two eyes sitting with Nita (the mom). Yesterday morning she told me that she had awakened and was reading her Bible. She began to ask God exactly when Brock had died. She has questioned herself over and over again about what she could've done differently. Because she is a godly woman who knows God's word, God immediately brought to mind the verse in Psalms 91:11: "For He will command His angels concering you to guard you in all your ways." God's word is ALIVE!!!! "For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any doubled-edged sword." (Hebrews 4:12a) God used that scripture to tell her that Brock was never alone..whether ushered by angels or Jesus himself into life everlasting. God is so intimate, so specific!!!! He does speak.

Lindsey wants to relay a sweet memory of "Brockie" So this is her now............

The night that Brock died, of course I could not fall asleep. I had been with the boys hours earlier and it was incredibly painful. I love them all so much and I selfishly wish that I could have them all to my self for just a while. As I lay in my bed the time passed, and it quickly became close to 5 am when God brought an incredible memory to mind.

Just 2 weeks ago, I was babysitting only Brock while the rest of the fam traveled to Athens for a UGA game. We had spent the night eating dinner, playing his favorite "monkey measuring" game and then a late episode of "scooby doo". After I had gone through his bedtime routine of rocking, singing "Jesus Loves Me" and reading his favorite book of the week "chewy the dog", he went to sleep.

About an hour later, I jumped in fear when I heard noises coming for the mudrooom. I carefully tip-toed down the hall only to find Brock sitting in the floor of the mudroom messing around with his carseat. I asked him why he was still awake and he responded by telling me that he "wanted his daddy". So I carried him back to his new "big boy" bed to tuck him in. I sat next to him rubbing his back and humming "Jesus Loves Me". I recalled as a little girl, trying to fall asleep by imagining the glories of Heaven. I don't know where I got this from, but I remembered how it used to calm me down at night. So I talked to little sleepyhead Brock all about Heaven and how marvelous it will be someday. We talked for quite awhile about how we will never have to cry there or get boo boos there. He just looked at me with his huge eyes listening to me go on and on until he fell asleep.

as that precious memory came back to me, I feel so blessed that God would give me those moments with Brock to comfort me now. I can't wait to be with that boy in Heaven!!!

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Anonymous said...

We are praying for your family and the family of little Brock. Thank you for your encouragement to us young mommies. I needed that after reading your updates this week. I could not imagine what Nita is going through. By the way, have I ever mentioned that Lindsey is amazing. :-) I wish she were around here to babysit my kids.
Love you,

Grkchica7 said...

Hi, my name is Miriam and I attend FBC Colleyville. When I read this I couldn't help but be gripped with fear. I have a 16 mth old little girl. So I began to wonder what happened, I also began to cry for this family and their loss of their sweet boy. Please let them know people they've never met are praying for them during this time. And please let us know if they figure out what was the cause of this terrible loss. Blessings Miriam