Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Still Small Voice

Well, I've had two people today alone tell me they miss my daily posts...  I have had some major writers block lately.  It's not that I have nothing going on to talk about or that my pain has diminished at all.  Those are both far from the truth, but every time I think about something I should write, I have a hard time putting words to it.  And since I'm a words girl, I'm pretty uptight about how things sound when I write them. (or read them!)  All that being said, I had a conversation the other day that I wanted to share, but have been at a loss for how to really show you the impact it had on me.  I'll try anyway... 

I was passing this girl when she stopped me to tell me that she recognized me from my blog.  She told me how she's laughed and cried "with me" and how Rachel has touched her life.  She mentioned that she really hasn't followed our journey since Rachel was born, which is always sad for me to hear, but that she had read everything else from the beginning. 

As we talked about Rachel's birthday, I mentioned that I was really sad that I never heard her voice.  I could tell she was puzzled by that statement and she asked "but she was alive, right?"  (Which is the exact question that I was trying to avoid in December when I decided to not share these details with people.)  I couldn't have taken it then.  It's bad enough she had to die, but to have people question me about the legitimacy of her 43 minutes could put Mama bear into attack mode.  I've been starting to be a little more open about the issues I had with how the neonatologist handled things and what he did wrong.  I truly believe that Rachel would have lived longer had he done one thing differently and I find peace in that ONLY because I know that my loving God knows exactly what I can handle and what I need... and He must have decided that what I got was just that...what I needed.  (although the way I yelled at the nurse that next day would have proven that it's taken me MUCH prayer to get to this point)

So anyway, I explained to her what that issue was and how Rachel managed to live for 43 minutes despite Doctor-in-Training's mess up.  (because she was a fighter with a strong heart!)  And when I did, she said "she might not have made a sound, but her voice roared through this world."

I started crying because it's so true and I hadn't considered the word picture of that yet... but all I could think of was how we refer to God's "still small voice" and how Jesus is referred to as "the Lion and the Lamb".  Well, Rachel's name means "innocent lamb" and apparently without making a sound, she "roared". 

Throughout my pregnancy and in the weeks following her death, I frequently said that Rachel Alice Aube was more like Jesus than anyone I have ever met... and I get the privilege of calling myself her mother!  Her life and death (and my willingness to share it) has led people to repentance and brought new believers into the kingdom of God.  The day I held her in my arms, I knew I was holding something very special... regardless of the pain I endured to have those moments, I knew that it was beyond anything I could experience any other way.  I was holding a piece of heaven.  She was gentle in spirit, danced like an angel, and her still small voice roared like a lion.

1Kings 19:11-12
And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire
a still small voice.

8 comments:

  1. Perfectly spoken (written) as usual.

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  2. Beautiful word picture. How very much like Mary. I often wonder at the emotions she felt holding Jesus in her arms and knowing a little of what was to come. The love and heartache all rolled into one.
    I don't know what the medical mix up was but do know that God shown brightly through Rachel's life as a testimony to the hospital personnel, readers of the newspaper articles, family, friends and strangers. Her life was not in vain. So precious.

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  3. Let me be the third to say it than. I miss them too and I love this post. She may be small, but she has done so many mighty things with her roar.

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  4. This makes me think of something I have said before...

    "She was born silent into this world but her little life spoke volumes."

    I have this written underneath her picture on my blog.

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  5. Love it. God is in the big and small moments of life and Rachel certainly roared! :) She is a beautiful part of life on earth and I for one am glad to have met you through her! :) Praying for you all!
    Carrie

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  6. Her voice most certainly has "roared through the world"! Beautifully put.

    Thank you for sharing your piece of heaven with us! <3

    *Hugs*

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