Peace and thankfulness

    "  And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful." (Col.3:15)

      Little did I know as I was preparing to type the blog post yesterday that it would truly be so applicable to my day. I don't know why I am surprised when God shows himself so faithful in what I consider little preparations.
       Yesterday after typing our post we had a doctors appointment. Our specialist office was running behind so we were fit in for Lliams Echo. As they were scanning the said the heart rate was good, but lower than what it had been. As the morning progressed we learned that what we were seeing was his still birth in progress. I was watching my son enter into perfect peace, into the presence of the God who created him and chose me to carry him. Silently I said my goodbyes, tried to relax and praise Jesus for his love and peace. Such a presence of peace and joy filled my soul. My son is beautiful, perfect, whole. Walking and getting to know the Jesus that we talked about daily. No more fluid, pain, struggle. He is experiencing the song his sisters sang to him," Jesus loves me this I know!"

   Thank you all for your love,prayers and thoughts. You all mean so much to us! If we dot know you and you have prayed for us, thank you.

 This morning as I was getting ready to go to the hospital for our induction the verse that I opened with came to mind.
     "Let the peace of God rule in your heart" over and over this played in my mind. Meditating praising saying this verse back to God. Begging him to rule our hearts with peace today.
   "To which also we are called" I am called by God to have this peace. It is readily available to me!
"And be thankful" or with thankfulness - you may shake your head and think I have to be crazy, but I am thankful. Thankful that God chose me to carry Lliam. Thankful that God gave me this opportunity to draw ever so close to him. Thankful that he also shares in my sorrow, my broken heart, my hurt as disappointment.

 Today as you think of us and pray for us, pray that our God will shine through. His amazing peace to radiate through our very countenance. Our prayer for you today is that you will want to draw closer to our Jesus, draw to him. Be of one body, thankful, letting his peace rule your hearts.

We love you,
Darrell and Michelle

For good

  If anyone knows me well, they know I LOVE music. The best gift ever for me is a ticket to a symphony, opera or a broadway show. I just any get enough of it! One of my favorite broadway plays   Has a song near the end entitled "for good" . I have loved, memorized, taught , sang this song until I am singing it in my sleep. Often , I have looked at this song as one of those thanking a mentor, sibling or friend types of songs. This morning, it came to mind with a whole new twist. As I lay awake at 3:00 am thinking of what today may/may not bring, the phrase "I do believe I have been changed for the better..." Was ringing in my head.  Let me share some of the lyrics to help those of you who don't have this quite memorized! ;)
                               " I've heard it said that people come into our lives, for a reason
    Bringing something we must learn, and we are lead to those who help us most to grow if we let them. And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you.
   Like a comet pulled from orbit, as it passes the sun. Like a stream that meets a boulder half way through the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better? I do believe I have been changed for the better. Because I knew you, I have been changed for good".    (For good-- wicked)

  As someone who grew up in church, knowing all the right verses, phrases, postures, I have known the concept "all things work together for good" . This morning thinking of all this time that has gone by, nearly half of the year devoted to carrying a child I may never get to ... Hold and have make all those cute sounds, a son that I may not get to watch play ball, rough house and tackle his sisters. You and I can easily sit back and feel, think even ''how could this be for good?"
   
                 I truly believe that seeing the good comes down to trust. Trust in a God who never changes, who sees our end before our beginning.  
     If we determine that no matter what we are on Gods side, it settles that trust issue in our hearts. And if we ground ourselves in the reality that we trust God, we can face circumstances that are out of our control without acting out of control" (unglued - terkeurst)

 Today I am going to trust. As I go to the specialist, I will trust. I know it was not by chance that this was heavily on my heart this morning.  I will choose this day that I will lean on the strong arms of Jesus. Knowing his ways are higher than mine. His thoughts higher than mine. I do believe that because I was chosen to carry Lliam, I have been changed for good. Because I know my Gods way is best and I am trusting that, I continue to be changed for good. 

Lliam, I do believe I have been changed for the better, because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

For my good, an Gods ultimate glory.

The Basket

          When faced with situations where the outcome is uncertain, unpredictable and out of our control, what is our response? 

            For weeks I have mulled over what to write, what to say to the hundreds of people I know are following our journey. Do I write about Anger, Fear or just complain about life and how tired I am? Until this morning I have had the clarity of a fog cloud. Not just about how to proceed with a blog post, but how to proceed with life in general.

            I have been reading a book by Angie Smith called Mended - pieces of life made whole. This morning the chapter I read really hit me. I was reminded of Moses and his infant story. At this time in history the nation of Israel lived as slaves in Egypt. They had been living under a law that all Hebrew male infants were to be taken and killed. Moses mother had kept in hiding and realized that she couldn't hide him much longer. She had to give up her precious time with him, she had to give up her control of him and the situation. I sit and imagine his mother weaving this water reed basket, tears streaming down her face, heart aching, begging God in some way to spare the life of her child. Weaving, unsure and afraid that this crafted, beautiful basket could be where her son would face a tragic end. A question comes to mind when sitting, thinking, and putting myself in her world. I am struck with may questions, but the one that stands out the most to me is this, "why would she choose to put him in an alligator infested Nile river, rather than allow him to be taken by the soldiers?" Wouldn't both be certain death? Didn't each have the same end result? 

             Sometimes I love reading a story where the unknown is left for you to figure out or rather come to your own thought of what the 'happily ever after' is. I admire Moses' mother. I feel her pain as I read this story. I vividly see her pleading for answers, answers to her "why?" As I sit and just let my mind fall into the story, I am confronted with some very challenging thoughts. This women put her complete trust in God, his power and his plan. Even if that meant she wouldn't get her way. Can you imagine the day that basket was finished? The day her faith was tested int the greatest way. Moses' mother was not just placing her child in the basket, she was giving his end, his future, her hopes, dreams concerns and control completely over to God.

              What is it right now that you have zero control over and are still holding on to? It may be anger, discontentment, fear. It could be frustrations with work, ministry or health. It could be a friend or family member struggling with sickness or perhaps even death. It may be infertility, baby loss or even the fear of losing a child. Together this morning let us place whatever our concerns our burdens and our aching hearts into the basket. Let us walk together to the river, cast it out from shore, pushing with whatever strength we have left. Pushing the basket into the hands of the God who loves you and cares so deeply for your hurts and heartache.

              Put it all into the basket.

Love,

   

 Michelle

Forming us

         With Your hands You formed us, and with our hands we serve You! 

 Little did I know 5 months ago what meaning this phrase would have in my life.  

  About 10 weeks ago, knowing that Lliam had a cystic hygroma I was honestly searching for something. Some phrase to keep me going, some verse, some.. something. My search ended with this verse
   " Thus says the Lord, your Redeemer who formed you from the womb: I am the Lord who made all things, who alone stretched out the heavens, who alone spread out the earth by myself,  ...who turns wise men back and makes their knowledge foolishness."

 During this season of our lives as Lliam has continued to grow, continued to show signs to the Doctors that they couldn't explain; I have repeatedly gone back to this. It is God who formed him, and continues to form his very life. But really He is not only forming and knitting together this little life, He is forming me. Forming me into the person He desires me to be. On my own, I want to keep to myself, talk to no one about this and cope with denial. I have done that, and it doesn't work. It does not offer the peace that this realization does. The realization that the God who formed Lliam, who made all things, spoke them into existence,  it is my God who is forming me and if He is forming me like clay then guess where I am?? In the safest place, the palm of His hand. Wow... yes there will be times and has been times I loose the focus of that, but really think about that for a minute.  

I hate to alienate some of you from all of this with these statements, but know my heart. I am not trying to shove this down your throat I am just sharing how we are having peace, joy, hope in the midst of what seems hopeless. I love you all and hope that you will continue on this journey through this season of our lives.

 All of this comes together with the events of today. Our appointment. Darrell and I went into the ultrasound room, holding our breath as usual, wondering if today was going to be the day of great sorrow.  Well.. heart beat was even stronger today, our tech then looked at me and said.. "Do you see that? He doesn't have fluid around his heart, its completely gone!"  Then next she was looking at the abdominal wall,  "and do you see this? I cant believe it, but that looks so much better than it did even two weeks ago!" Me in my lack of faith and realist mindset asked "ok, are you sure; are you just trying to be positive?"  She looked at me knowingly and said "not at all, honey, it is improving."  
  Next was our visit with the Doctor, who also said that she could not believe how much he had improved over the course of 2 weeks. "Not wanting to raise up your hopes, but he is somehow doing much better. His heart is working well and seems even stronger."  Looking back at her with tears in my eyes, I said "it's prayer".

  We have a rough road still ahead, but right now nothing new is presenting itself as an added concern.  My heart is filled with gratitude for all of the prayers, encouragement, thoughts and love sent our way and on our behalf. Thank you all.

I will leave you with this...
     With his hands he formed us and with our hands we will serve him -
This is the phrase that was on my daughters class project at school. 2 weeks ago after our last appointment, I saw this canvas and longed to have it. The class project was for a fundraiser auction.. you guessed it, the silent kind where parents duke it out to see who can win the coveted piece of art.  I was outbid and honestly disappointed. To my surprise I was  given a sweet gift by a dear friend who knew what it meant to me. I am so humbled and grateful for her sweet act of love. May the message of this canvas inspire you as it has me.

Love,
Michelle

Our month of Miracles - Week 18-22

               Our month of Miracles

         Week 18-22

I just don't even know where to begin. I have been blown away by the amount of prayers. love and thoughts that have been sent our way. I am so very grateful for each and every one of them. 

Week 18-19 proved to be a rough for us.We were told that Lliam's fluid had increased - actually doubled in a week. If it continued at this rate, we wouldn't be carrying him much longer. I was numb. I knew we then needed to make all of his condition known to friends, and family and our church family. 

Week 20

Ultrasounds have become a normal thing at Dr. visits.  At this ultrasound we were told by the tech that the fluid had appeared to be as it was 3 weeks prior. Meaning the doubled fluid and the extra fluid in his chest was no longer present. However, they were detecting a heart arrhythmia, which was not a distressing thing, just an adding concern.

Week 21

I had been pretty much laying down all week. 20 min to 1 hour up trying to clean, do some laundry, keep up with my 3 yr old (which if you knew her,  you would know she moves around like the Tasmanian devil) then needing to lay down for 2 hours. This is our daily rhythm. For about 2 weeks on and off I have dealt with braxton hicks and have been told to lay down and make sure they stop. (OK easier said than done, right?!)

This brings us to yesterday,

 21 weeks 5 days.

After taking Isabella (our 7 yr old) to school, I started having pretty painful contractions. I decided to call the doctor, ended up back in an ultrasound room with the uncertainty of the day looming in the air. It was a new tech this time. She had been running behind all day. I was a "work-in" so I figured it would be an in and out kind of thing. She asked what I was sent up for. I gave her all of the facts, she proceeded to do the ultrasound. Instantly, she found the baby, and I could see the heart beating (I am getting really good at looking for that BTW).  Then I noticed a lot of measuring taking place. She proceeded to take the time to give me the most detailed ultrasound I have had to date. Measuring fluids, head, she even measured growth for me! He is still growing according to chart and had a very strong heartbeat. She checked for the arrhythmia that was seen last time, and didn't find it!  

I left the ultrasound room with a full disk of pictures, printed pictures, 3d images of his face, and an overwhelmed heart of gratitude for this lady. She didn't have to take the time to go to such detail, but she did.  I just kept thanking her for the gift she was giving me, the gift of seeing my little boy. His hands, his feet, his cute little profile. He looks like our girls. All of their ultrasound profiles look identical. These are things that I didn't think that I would ever get to know about him. My heart is overflowing with gratitude. Gratitude for this day, for a tech that took time to care, for a God of miracles showing me yet again His Love for me and for my son.

Welcome! Thank you for stopping by. Please stay, read and pray for The Roeske Family!

Welcome! If you've found this blog it is with high hopes that you'll stay a while, read about and pray for Baby Boy Roeske and his sweet family.

I've set up this blog to try to bring love and light to this precious family as they endure one of the greatest hardships of their lifetimes.  They've been given a fatal diagnosis for their sweet baby boy that Michelle is carrying right now.  Today she is 20 weeks 2 days pregnant.  Such a milestone.  Baby Boy Roeske has a Cystic Hygroma.

More will be shared here soon.

Thank you for your love & support.
~Amanda Hoyt
(friend of the family)