My birthday was last Thursday and you can read about some of it here. It was a great day. I am so blessed.
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1
I recently discovered this quote by Dwight L. Moody, an American evangelist that lived from 1837-1899,
There are three kinds of faith in Christ:
1. Struggling faith, like a
man in deep water desperately swimming.
2. Clinging faith, like a man
hanging to the side of a boat.
3. Resting faith, like a man safely within the boat
(and able to reach out with a
hand to help someone else
get in).
Lord, thank you for another wonderful weekend…a time to rest and worship, a time to reflect and appreciate the wonderful beauty around me…beauty you created in this world. Thank you for the blessings you have given me…thank you for the opportunity to worship and give you thanks. Please give me the courage to always have RESTING faith, Lord, courage and faith to know that You are in control, You are in charge, You can and will take care of everything…You have a plan, I need to get out of Your way. Lord, please bless my family, especially Andy and my parents as they are aging, my siblings and my nieces and nephews…guide them and guard them, give them the courage to seek you in all their endeavors and please keep them safe.
I hope you have a wonderful Monday…God is so good…I am working on my “resting faith”…what type of faith do you have today?
Mary, what a wonderful list. A great husband, fabulous birthday, and God surrounding everything. I will remember the D.L. Moody quote for a long time. Thanks.
Mary One thing I love about your post is your transparency in sharing your heart with your beautiful prayers to God. They are inspiring. I love the quote from D L Moody. He was a great man of God. Praying that you will have a great week. blessings and grace to you, my friend ~a
Thank-you Mary for sharing! It is inspiring to read of others that are growing on this journey of faith. I, too, am seeking this resting faith. I found you in the Gratitude Community and joined your blog. As I begin this walk of gratitude, it is such a blessing to know that there is a whole community going the same way.
Love the quote by D.L. Moody–what wisdom. I pray to exhibit a resting faith but too often I do not. Great post today, Mary.
And see, 50 isn't so bad, is it? Seems like just yesterday I was turning 50–someday you will be amused at yourself when 50 seems so young to you. And if you live long enough, I guarantee you, it will seem young–smile.
But I totally understand. I thought I was so old the day I turned 50.
So glad you had a wonderful birthday and a restful weekend. I love you, dear friend.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, those young 20 somethings were married for 41 years.
The second photo was taken last year on our 40th anniversary. I didn`t post it because I didn`t like the way my legs looked. Something happened in the last year and I`m reminded that those legs have carried me for 62 years (when the photo was taken). Carried me through 3 pregnancies that gifted me with one living child, @coach_andy_bonner
The last photo was taken on Tuesday as we sat on the beach and a lady walked by and said, "would you like me to take your picture?" We said yes. Time with John is still one of my favorite things. He retired on Friday, before we left on Monday for this trip. There are so many unknowns but so much to be grateful for and so much to look forward to in the next stage.
I`m grateful for my clients that give me something to do every day Monday-Friday. @christiepurifoy @kriscamealy @bekah @whatlolalikes @abby_roadhome & to the wonderful team @parkermanagement-you guys all make my life so fun!
And I`m grateful for time at a place like this. Sand and water...not sure there is anything better!
Happy Anniversary Week to my love that is not on ANY social media channel!
She died 4 days after she was born. We buried her 4 days after she died.
Born 6-9-1992
Died 6-12-1992
Buried 6-16-1992
That would be 31 years ago today.
Last year, on the 30th anniversary of her birth we re-buried her on the grounds of St. Emma Monastery Greensburg, PA where her paternal grandparents are buried.
This year, today has been harder than Friday, June 9 the day she was born. Or Monday, June 12 the day she died.
I`ve cried more today than either of the other days.
I took a walk.
Got a pedicure.
Cried.
And chose a simple dinner of appetizers.
And I give myself permission to do nothing else.
I am thankful for the time we had her. For the experience and the things I learned about myself through the experience.
John and I are very conscious of what we say yes to and what we say no to. All because of Amy`s short life.
I`ve tried to use my experience to help others experiencing infant loss-or any loss. Some things are the same no matter the age of the deceased. Even if it is a loss thru miscarriage. I`ve experienced that too.
A loss is a loss.
Thank you to my sister and niece @sherrigd @tarahelise for letting us spend last weekend on your porch crying, laughing, and drinking wine and margaritas. I love you guys more than you know and I really needed that.
In what seems like the blink of an eye, it is 31 years later. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her.
My heart still hurts.
I cry at random times.
And I miss her. Still. 31 years later.
I grieve all the things that didn`t happen.
The relationships.
The life events.
Strangely though there are fewer tears today. Sometimes I think my tears are all gone. The well is dry.
Lack of tears does not mean lack of grief. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. So I accept my emotions today-whatever they may be.
If you know someone that has experienced a loss, don`t be afraid to tell them you remember. Let them know you care. Take a meal, send a text, write and snail mail a card. We want to know our loss is not forgotten.
I cried in church. Not because I was thinking about the events leading up to the crucifixion but because there was a little girl of about 5 or so sitting in front of me. She had the most gorgeous dark hair. With streaks of gold running through it. Natural streaks. Not the artificial colored streaks I pay more than I`m willing to share to get every few months.
As I observed her I thought about my own daughter. The one that died at 4 days old.
I thought of how she might be standing next to me this morning or next Sunday on Easter. Maybe she would have travelled to Charlotte to spend some time with her dad and me.
Grief is something that robs us of so much. It robs me of not just my daughter but it robs me of being the mom of a daughter.
I look at some of my closest friends, all mothers of daughters and I envy, yes ENVY!, the relationships they all have with their daughters. They may not agree with them on all things or see eye-to-eye with them but the daughters lead the charge to throw surprise 60th birthday parties for their parents or make sure that mom gets a Mother`s Day card, a birthday card, etc.
I think daughters are different than sons. Daughters are more sensitive than sons based on my observations as an outsider. I do not experience that sensitivity. And I grieve the fact that I am not the mother of a daughter.
The version of me before Amy`s death is totally different than the me that is here now.
If you want to read more about about my daughter, Amy, you can go to https://marybonner.net/?s=Amy and read more about my journey through infant loss and moving forward.
Adam McHugh`s book Blood From a Stone is a beautiful piece of writing about returning from the dead. I encourage you to check it out. You can find the book on Amazon or wherever books are sold. Find and follow him @adammchughwine You won`t be sorry.
"Grief is so agonizing not only because you have lost something, but you have lost someone, and that someone is the version of you that was alive before your loss." Blood From a Stone Adam McHugh Page 102
Every June I think I`m going to handle this better. Whatever better looks like - I don`t know. 30 years and I still cry at random times. And every June I fall apart.
She would have been 30 next week. Instead of whisking her off for a 30th birthday trip to Key West like we did for her brother @coach_andy_bonner or Niagara Falls like we did for his wife we will make another kind of trip.
There will be a mass next Saturday and we will stand at a grave site as we move her body from the small town where she was buried to a final resting place by her paternal grandparents on the beautiful grounds of St Emma Monastery in Greensburg, PA.
I look forward to the weekend and I dread it all at the same time.
Today I broke down and sobbed. Just like yesterday. And probably will tomorrow. But I remember that He catches my tears in a bottle Psalm 56:8
If I learned anything from this life experience, it is this: I can do hard things. But not of my own strength. Philippians 4:13
Mary, what a wonderful list. A great husband, fabulous birthday, and God surrounding everything. I will remember the D.L. Moody quote for a long time. Thanks.
Mary, what wonderful illustration about faith! Thanks for sharing this. resting – faith what I long for, the only kind that can be shared.
Mary
One thing I love about your post is your transparency in sharing your heart with your beautiful prayers to God. They are inspiring.
I love the quote from D L Moody. He was a great man of God.
Praying that you will have a great week.
blessings and grace to you, my friend
~a
Thank-you Mary for sharing! It is inspiring to read of others that are growing on this journey of faith. I, too, am seeking this resting faith. I found you in the Gratitude Community and joined your blog. As I begin this walk of gratitude, it is such a blessing to know that there is a whole community going the same way.
Love the quote by D.L. Moody–what wisdom. I pray to exhibit a resting faith but too often I do not. Great post today, Mary.
And see, 50 isn't so bad, is it? Seems like just yesterday I was turning 50–someday you will be amused at yourself when 50 seems so young to you. And if you live long enough, I guarantee you, it will seem young–smile.
But I totally understand. I thought I was so old the day I turned 50.
So glad you had a wonderful birthday and a restful weekend. I love you, dear friend.
Dianne