Moving On

I'm not sure if there are any readers out there anymore. I haven't written here in a few years. But I wanted to give a quick update and let you know where you can find me now.

So much has changed since I last wrote. The biggest change is that God blessed us with an amazingly healthy little boy. He was born in April 2013. I had a beautiful pregnancy with zero complications (not even any weight gain!). I want to thank you for all the prayers and the support you've given me over the years.

I still miss my other little ones, including the child that we were unable to adopt. I have since been in touch with him. He told me that he loved me and wrapped me in a big hug. He and my little boy have even played together in recent months.

I've began to blog again, but this time I'll be branching out a bit more to include my professional life as well. I stay at home with our son, but in the downtime I'm a knitwear designer. (Talk about a weird career circle huh?) So if you would join me at
http://melkrist.blogspot.com/

In Healing and Preparation

It's now been almost five months since we lost our beloved little boy.  I can't say that the time passed has made the hurt any less, but God has granted us some healing along the way.  I hear his little voice much less frequently now.  There's still times when I have such vivid dreams of him that I expect to wake up cuddled next to him.  Lately I've been able to go into his room and lay on his bed again.  I lay there and pray for him and think back to the days when I'd put him to bed and would be rejoicing and thanking God for finally filling that room.  Now I wonder a lot about if that room will house another child of ours in the future.

About a month ago, I was finally able to change the sheets and move his stuffed dogs off the bed.  It was such a hard time for me because the bed still smelled like him and was covered in little blond stray hairs.  I broke down and sobbed like a baby into his pillow.  My husband tried to console me, but no consolation was to be found.  The pain of loosing him was revisited all over again that day.  All his toys and clothes have been packed away into storage bins, minus his tricycle and Power Wheels.  Those still reside in the room, but we'll be moving the toys into our storage building soon and the clothes will be moved into the nursery closet as soon as I clear that out.  My husband was very adamantly against getting rid of anything that belonged to him.  I'm so glad cause I don't know if I could part with anything.  His belongings are the only the things we have to remind us of him.  I have pictures and the clippings from his first hair cut too.  One day I'll be able to put those in a scrapbook, but not now.

So as God has been healing our hearts from this loss, He's also been stirring my desire to have children again.  I knew that those motherly feelings would never go away once I got the chance to be a mother.  It's such a strong desire in my heart and my body.  My cycles were perfect while we had our little boy.  It's almost like the increased levels of my own oxytocin actually allowed my body to function normally.  I had a lot of skin to skin contact with him, because there were times (night time specifically) when the only thing that would calm him would be to lay on my chest.   I felt so whole and "warm and fuzzy" all the time we had him.  Even in the normal frustrating times of raising a toddler, I was able to take a deep breath and just smile with pure joy inside.  Chemically speaking that had to be due to my high levels of oxytocin and now that those feelings/oxytocin is gone my body has rebelled and stopped my cycles again. I know that no amount of science can explain the love a mother has for a child, but for me it just seems to make my body work right.

The hubby and I have been talking again about trying to conceive again.  I'll be turning 30 next month (oh gracious how I dread that !) and it's time to get this TTC ball rolling again.  Realistically I only have a few more childbearing years ahead and I'm not getting any younger.  I have a doctors appointment next month and plan to get some further testing done to see where my PCOS is currently at.  I don't know what my doctor will suggest, but at this point we're almost to the point of desperation.  I don't plan to have IVF done, mostly because it's not something we can afford, but also because I still believe that God is able to allow us to conceive in a more natural way.  The idea of taking fertility drugs has been thrown around in conversation.  I simply cringe at the idea, but if that's what it takes to help my body get to where it should be to conceive we may just have to go that route.

Since last July, I've lost almost 50 lbs.  I had hoped that weight loss would help my body to regulate itself and maybe it did for a few months.  But now the harder I work out, the more muscle I gain, the more my body doesn't work right.  I used my progesterone cream a few weeks ago for the first time since last year and the results were very minimum.  In clinical terms it didn't work because it only produced spotting.  In physical terms, it made me a super grouch, moody and slightly sick.  I haven't felt the same since I took it.  In the past, it's almost always worked.  Now that I weigh less and my blood pressure and blood sugar is lower, it doesn't work anymore.  I want to scream in frustration.  Why does my body refuse to work correctly even when I'm healthier?  I just don't know what to do anymore.

So in closing this babble, I'd just like to thank those who've prayed for us since loosing our little boy.  Thank you all for your kind comments and for not immediately sharing your opinions and advice in the matter. I suspect that it'll be a long time before I can think of him without shedding a tear, but we are healing from it all.  Our hearts are open to receiving another child in our lives, albeit not by adoption (not sure if we'll be able to do that again).   Again thank you for being so supportive.

~Melody

P.S.  If anyone comes across any research on the oxytocin connection to PCOS, please send it my way.  I've been doing my own research but haven't found anything yet.  This is something I'm going to ask my doctor about as well....even if he might think it's crazy.  Who knows I may have found the missing link?

To You

To My Sweet Little Boy,
  Today we would have celebrated our first Easter together.  I would have dressed you up like a handsome little man in the adorable outfit that now hangs empty in your closet.  We would have went to church and celebrated this beautiful Resurrection Day of our Lord and Savior.  Your daddy and I would have been overjoyed watching you hunt for Easter Eggs in our yard and would have shared some yummy treats together.  We would have celebrated the wonderful life that God had so richly blessed us with.  I wanted so much to celebrate you.
   Unfortunately for reasons beyond my control, you are not with us now.  I still mourn your loss, but I know that God still takes care of you.  He still holds you even though I can't any longer.  I love you my dear child, more than I could have possibly even dreamed of loving a child.  You are forever a part of me.

Love you always,
Momma

By Grace Alone Giveaway - Winner Announced

LOL at the expression on my face in the screen capture.

Divine Grace

Grace....where do I even begin?  When questioned about grace, most Christians would give a blanket answer about the gift of God's grace and how that makes their salvation possible.  While this is very true, as you might have figured, I'm no ordinary Christian with a blanket answer.  I feel impressed to share my personal experiences with grace.

Webster's defines grace as (noun)

1 a : unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification b : a virtue coming from God c : a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine grace

2a : approval, favor graces> b archaic : mercy, pardon c : a special favor : privilege grace, shall rule his heritage — Rudyard Kipling> d : disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency e : a temporary exemption : reprieve

Whether we realize or not, we all first learn grace from our mothers; mothers who gave us their all when we had nothing to give back in return.  Mothers (and I'm speaking about those who are truly mothers, not just by biology) personify grace not only in terms of discipline matters, but also emotionally. From them we learn to deal with our thoughts and emotions, how to have compassion and love for others and how to go to others for help when we need it.  In those beginning years, a child teaches their parent things as well.  Children move mothers to seek for God's grace and in turn teach their child.  Bottom line....mothers teach us grace by example.

If you are a member of my generation, chances are you either are from a home of divorce/single parent or had someone very close to you that was from one such home.  My parents split up when I was around age 13, which is a very pivotal time in a young woman's life. I was always an old soul and mature beyond my years, but no amount of maturity can prepare a young teen for a life of brokeness.  I know that the situation was not in my realm of control or responsibilty, but that didn't change its effect on me.  I imagine that I've blocked out most of the memories of that time for a reason, but what I do remember is feeling lost.  

I was looking for that grace that I'd been taught about at church.  Grace was a concept to me at that time, but not a reality. Often times we have to experience something before God can teach us.  We humans are quite stubborn...well I am anyway.  I fought back at God pretty hard for several years.  All throughout those years He granted me the grace I needed though; showing me the whole time how God's grace differs from human grace.  I didn't know it at the time, but looking back I can see many times when His divine grace covered my complete stupidity.  I was reckless with that grace and I pushed those limits far too often, yet somehow He held me tightly and never left me.

Shortly after high school, I got married, which was no small miracle.  I'd said for years that I would never repeat my parents mistakes.  *chuckles* I thought that meant that I'd be single for the rest of my life and have children either by adoption or IVF  (yes I had a "plan" even then). I won't go into the whole story, but the short version is that after getting married I was suddenly very ill.  I went through many doctors, hospital stays, medications, treatments and sadly lost pregnancies before discovering that I had PCOS.  PCOS had been with me all along, but I didn't recognize it till it had taken a toll on my body and almost striped me of my sanity.  God's grace alone spared my life.  There were many times when I was so sick that I wanted to die.  I didn't have the drive to even live the life I'd always dreamed about.  Depression and illness had me bound.  

I was bound until that one day....the one day that God showed me what His grace for me meant.  I was delirious with pain and the stress of it all was actually inducing random seizures.  Many memories are fuzzy of that time, but I remember this one day plainly.  I was laying on my bed and I heard my husband calling my name.  He was trying to bring me out of one of my 'spells'.  I could hear the fear in his voice, but I couldn't shake the loosing control feeling that swept over me.  Miraculously strength came to me out of nowhere and I was able to sit up.  My vision had been blurry that day, but suddenly I had clarity in one circular area above the door that led to my bathroom.  I don't remember why but my husband went and opened that door.  As he joined me at my bedside, my focus went back to that spot on the doorway.  Plain as day I saw a very small, child size being peaking around the top of the door.  Granted my brain was still coming around from a seizure, I do believe this was a God-inspired moment and the being was in fact an angel.  I watched as this little angel came through the doorway.  I remember that I felt so loved at that moment. An incredible flood of peace filled my soul and I felt as if I'd been rescued from the middle of the ocean.  I never heard anything audible and no the ground didn't shake or light didn't blind me from above.  The only thing I saw was a child size angel who smiled at me.  The being had light brown shoulder length hair and eyes that sparkled.  But oh the smile....the smile was what let me know that God was not finished with me.  He had granted me that grace again to make it through this difficulty.  This time God allowed me to feel His grace.

To quickly finish this bit of my story, that was the last day I ever had one of those seizures.  Shortly after that day, I was able to take control back from the doctors for my healthcare. With God's guidance, I purged my body of the medications that had caused me such harm.  Within a year of that day, I was back to the road of recovery, but only because of God's grace.  This was nothing that I did.  See we don't earn God's grace and we can't replicate it either.  No word that I've ever encountered could adequately describe such a grace like God's divine grace.

There's a lot more to my story; more times of joy and many more times of sadness, grief and loss.  There are many unknowns in my life. But there's one thing I'm always certain of....God's wonderful undeniable Grace carries me through every moment.  When I get caught up in my thoughts and feelings, I need only to think back to the lessons about grace that God has allowed me to live.  I pray that you don't have to live out the same sort of life lessons that God has chosen for me, but if you should find yourself deep in the land of no-mercy, I pray that you will recognize this amazing grace we are celebrating at this time of year.

~*Melody

"But by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace toward me was not in vain; but I labored more abundantly than they all, yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me"  1 Corinthians 15:10 NKJV  

By Grace Alone - Review

A few months ago I was sent an invitation to do some product reviews for (in)courage and  Dayspring.  I sent my choice and application in and hadn't heard a word from them.  Honestly I'd forgotten all about it until I found a lovely surprise in my mailbox late last week.  Here's what came to my home to review...

Photo Directly From the Product Page

This beautiful set designed by Melissa Reagan came all individually wrapped.  The necklace and earrings were in nice black velvet bags.  The bracelet came in a small box.  As you can see each one features the "by Grace alone" stamping based on 1 Corinthians 15:10.  The back of the necklace is inscribed with the scripture reference.

My initial reaction (after the surprise of course) was how nicely this set was made.  The scripture was right on time and I've been meditating on that particular passage most of the week.

Positives: It's nice and sturdy, but not too heavy.  The metal is smooth and has a handmade quality to the edging.  The metal doesn't smell at all, which is personally a huge issue for me.  I've worn the necklace for several hours at a time and there's no sign of any discoloration to my skin.  The earrings hang about mid-neck on me, so they are a decent size dangle. The welds on the bracelet seem to be very solid. I especially love that the necklace can be worn with either side facing out.

Negatives:  The bracelet didn't even come close to fitting my wrist.  In fairness, I do have a large wrist and don't normally wear bracelets.  The earrings are not heavy, but they are heavier than I usually wear for earrings that dangle.  I might wear these to church or to dinner for a few hours, but take them out when I got home.

In Conclusion:  If you are looking for a nice gift set for yourself or someone special, I'd encourage you to consider this set as well as the many others you'll find at Daysprings.  It was a pleasure and an honor to have the opportunity to review this set.

Oh and here's a coupon code to help if you decide to purchase.  Receive free shipping on $25+ order. Coupon code: shipping25 through 06/09/2011

Photo Directly From the Product Page

GIVEAWAY:  Since I'm not able to wear this beautiful bracelet, I'd like to pass it along to one of you. Here's a couple ways to enter.

1) Leave a comment below about how the grace of God has impacted your life. (I plan to write on this later this week. )

2) Become a blog follower with Google Friend Connect  (in the right hand bar).  You can follow either this blog or my creative blog Creative Radiance Designs

3) Follow Creative Radiance Designs over on Facebook.


Simply leave those in a comment below.  Drawing will be closed Friday April 22nd at Midnight EST.


~*Melody*~

Disclosure: I was provided the above products for free with only the request to share my thoughts about them with my blog readers.  I'm under no obligation to give a positive review of the product or the company.  These words are my honest opinions.

The Winter

A friend of mine wrote the following statement in a recent blog post. "I couldn’t open up my bible because I was too distracted with all that was running through my head. I couldn’t sit with Him in adoration for fear of breaking down and crying. It was too much to bear." I was so inspired after reading this that I just had to write about my own personal struggle.


I identify well with this statement, but haven't been honest enough to write about it yet.  It's been a long process of healing for me and I'm just now able to sit through a church service without balling my eyes out.  I'm slowly getting back into the Word too.

I've never experienced a time like this before; a time filled with complete hopelessness and confusion. It was more than a time filled with various emotions, but a state of mind fueled by pure pain and agony.  I don't believe I ever questioned God about why He allowed this to happen.  More so I questioned how it all could happen.  I questioned my own connection with God and even my sanity.  There were many moments when I felt that I could never go on in the same way again. It was truly as if someone had ripped out part of me and tossed it out. Vulnerable and alone are two words that don't carry enough meaning to describe what I was feeling.  Loosing a child in this way has been much harder than having one of our biological children die inside of me. I NEVER thought I'd be able to say something was harder than loosing my children, but that's now a dark reality.

I don't feel guilty for not being able to read the Word or spend quality time with Him. God knows when our hearts are burdened down beyond what we can bare. Yes we should go running straight to Him immediately, but there are times when this vessel of clay is too fragile to move. I've been in that very fragile state, not just afraid to move, but unable to move.  Grief is very powerful, but it's also very necessary.  If I didn't allow myself to grieve and cope, there's no way I'd be able to continue, much less keep a healthy relationship with God.

So where does this all leave me now, well I'm beginning to come out of this dark time.  I'm now able to turn to God throughout the day just like I use to and scripture now has meaning to me again.  I see Him everywhere I look.  The physical spring has now come and so has my spiritual spring.  So long winter...I'm ready to grow and move past the cold and death of winter.