Tuesday, July 17, 2007

MORE MEMORIES OF HAWK (2001-2007)

These were made at our house during the summer of 2006.




This one was made in our pasture beside the house. Hawk loved to go over there and go to the pond and throw rocks in the little creek. He called it an adventure to to over there with Mike.





The following is a special note for Hawk and all of the children who have gone on to Heaven because of this terrible disease. I got it off of JJ's site: www.icouldbeyourchild.org. I changed it from her to he.
Hawk definitely fulfilled his mission here on earth. From day one, he was a happy, loving child. He brought a lot of people together. And a lot of people renewed their faith in God because of him. The sanctuary at our church holds about 1,000 people and it was almost full at Hawk's Celebration of Life. He touched a lot of lives in his short 5 years here.
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THE BRAVE LITTLE SOUL: FOR HAWK AND ALL OF THE CHILDREN
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Not too long ago in Heaven there was a little soul who took wonder in observing the world. He especially enjoyed the love he saw there and often expressed this joy with God. One day however the little soul was sad, for on this day he saw suffering in the world. He approached God and sadly asked, “Why do bad things happen; why is there suffering in the world?”
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God paused for a moment and replied, "Little soul, do not be sad, for the suffering you see, unlocks the love in people’s hearts.” The little soul was confused. “What do you mean,”he asked.” God replied, “Have you not noticed the goodness and love that is the offspring of that suffering? Look at how people come together, drop their differences and show their love and compassion for those who suffer. All their other motivations disappear and they become motivated by love alone.” The little soul began to understand and listened attentively as God continued, “The suffering soul unlocks the love in people’s hearts much like the sun and the rain unlock the flower within the seed. I created everyone with endless love in their heart, but unfortunately most people keep it locked up and hardly share it with anyone. They are afraid to let their love shine freely, because they are afraid of being hurt. But a suffering soul unlocks that love. I tell you this - it is the greatest miracle of all. Many souls have bravely chosen to go into the world and suffer - to unlock this love – to create this miracle - for the good of all humanity."
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Just then the little soul got a wonderful idea and could hardly contain himself. With his wings fluttering, bouncing up and down, the little soul excitedly replied, "I am brave; let me go! I would like to go into the world and suffer so that I can unlock the goodness and love in people’s hearts! I want to create that miracle!" God smiled and said, "You are a brave soul I know, and thus I will grant your request.
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But even though you are very brave you will not be able to do this alone. I have known since the beginning of time that you would ask for this and so I have carefully selected many souls to care for you on your journey. Those souls will help you create your miracle; however they will also share in your suffering. Two of these souls are most special and will care for you, help you and suffer along with you, far beyond the others. They have already chosen a name for you. God and the brave little soul shared a smile, and then embraced. In parting, God said, “Do not forget little soul that I will be with you always. Although you have agreed to bear the pain, you will do so through my strength. And if the time should come when you feel that you have suffered enough, just say the word, think the thought, and you will be healed.”
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Thus at that moment the brave little soul was born into the world, and through his suffering and God’s strength,he unlocked the goodness and love in people’s hearts. For so many people dropped their differences and came together to show their love. Priorities became properly aligned. People gave from their hearts. Those that were always too busy found time. Many began new spiritual journeys – some regained lost faith – many came back to God. Parents hugged their children tighter. Friends and family grew closer. Old friends got together and new friendships were made. Distant family reunited, and every family spent more time together. Everyone prayed. Peace and love reigned. Lives changed forever. It was good. The world was a better place. The miracle had happened. God was pleased. - J. Alessi

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nana Gwen,

I have been checking in on you every once and a while since last summer. I am a friend of JJ's mom. I hope that this finds you well. Your love of Hawk is so powerful. I thought that I would send you something that I hope will help you. It is taken from Max Lucado's Grace for the Moment volume 2. It is the reading for September 5th. Titled: He Weeps with Us.
"Jesus wept." - John 11:35 NKJV
Jesus...weeps. He sits between Mary and Martha, puts an arm around each, and sobs...
He weeps with them.
He weeps for them.
He weeps with you.
He weeps for you.
He weeps so we will know: Mourning is not disbelieving. Flooded eyes don't represent a faithless heart. A person can enter a cemetery Jesus-certain of life after death and still have a Twin Tower crater in the heart. Christ did. He wept, and he knew he was ten minutes from seeing a living Lazarus!
And his tears give you permission to shed your own. Grief does not mean you don't trust; it simply means you can't stand the thought of another day without the Lazarus of your life. If Jesus gave the love, he understands the tears. So grieve, but don't grieve like those who don't know the rest of the story. - Next Door Savior by Max Lucado.

He is by your side, carrying you through your pain. May Christ's peace be with you, and may time heal your heart and the memories bring comfort and happiness.

Denise Shrontz