We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love ~ Madame de Stael
A blanket of white paints the landscape with pops of evergreen. Trees stand desolate in the quiet serenity that highlights an eerie beauty. A beauty that is diminshed by the frigid air that sinks into the marrow of your bones.
For 10 years I have found myself in this place. The final resting spot for my beautiful girl. It brings me no comfort to be here and when the winter is particularly cold, as this one is, I absolutely hate it. As we pull up, already disappointed that our florist is closed, I find myself gripped with apprehension…I don’t want to go. I will myself to place one foot before the other and to step out of the car. With every whisper of artic air that touches my face and every slip on the icy ground I am dumfounded that once again I am here. I make it there…all you can see is a grave blanket. The snow that gives the cemetary an almost ethereal beauty has also erased the names of the beloved that lie in the ground below. It’s too much…I have to walk away.
Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace. ~ Helen Lemmel
January 6, 2008. I’ll never forget it. This first Sunday after the new year. Our family gathered in church, hopeful for the wonderful things 2008 would bring. Blissfully unaware that in just over 24 hours our whole world would crumble and shatter into a million pieces.
Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus. What a beautiful hymn to sing as you embark on the endless possiblities a new year brings. We could have never known that in just a few short days we would be back in that very same sanctuary for the funeral of our precious baby girl. As we stood together that Sunday singing this beloved hymn God began to etch the truth and the promise of their words in our hearts and minds. Truth to cling to in the days, weeks, and years to come. A reminder that when our world falls apart Jesus will always be there, we need only to turn our eyes toward Him.
We can cry with hope..We can say goodbye with hope…cause we know our goodbye is not the end. And we can grieve with hope…cause we believe with hope…there’s a place where we’ll see your face again. ~ Steven Curtis Chapman
January 7th, 2008…a day that forever changed our lives. After just 78 days here on this earth God called our precious Francesca Isabella home to Him. As images of her beautiful face flashed upon the screen for all those who came to say goodbye to see the words of Steven Curtis Chapman’s “With Hope” played in the background. An achingly sad song with the promise that what is to come will be the sustainer for the pain and heartache endured now. A reminder that the promises of God are true even when life doesn’t make sense. Matt and I clung to that hope…it was all we had. But I have to be completely transparent, I am not sure we really even knew what hope was in those moments. We wanted so desperately to understand but how can you ever fully understand that which incomprehensible admist such soul crushing pain? How can you find hope when you seem so consumed with hopelessness.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed. ~ Psalm 34:18
Hope is not wishful thinking, it is confident expectation. When your heart is broken into a million pieces hope can only truly come alive in the presence of God. That young couple who stood in church on January 6th, 2008 had no clue that as they sang “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus…” God was already there. Preparing our hearts and fixing our gaze on the only One who could bind the wounds that would come and take all the shattered pieces of our broken life and put it back together again. God was coming near and in His nearness hope came alive.
I can almost feel the hand of God reaching for my face to wipe the tears away. You say “It’s time to make every new.” Make it all new.
This is our hope, this our promise…
He will take our breath away to see the beauty that He’s made out of the ashes…
Out of the ashes beauty will rise and we will dance among the ruins. We will see it with our own eyes. ~ Steven Curtis Chapman
Faith is the reality of what we hope for…
10 years ago I think Matt and I just wanted to survive. We didn’t know what “normal” could look like for us. In the midst of so much pain you cannot help but wonder…is this it? Because quite honestly the thought of ever overcoming that kind of loss and soul crushing pain seems so impossible.
This morning I stood next to the love of my life singing a new worship song. As the words rolled off my tongue the tears welled in my eyes…
“I’ve seen You move, come move the mountains…and I believe I’ll see you do it again. You made a way, where there was no way. And I believe, I’ll see you do it again. Your promise still stands…Great is Your faithfulness. I’m still in Your hands…this is my confidence, You never failed me yet.”
God has NEVER failed us. The heartbroken couple who just wanted to survive has thrived over the last 10 years. God came near, binded our wounds, and healed our broken hearts. The journey hasn’t been easy and there are still tears and heartache. When you love someone so much your heart will always ache for them and quite honestly, you always want it to. But God turned our ashes into the beauty of a legacy that still touches and impacts many. Francecsa was a miracle…a beautiful, precious girl who God used in extrordinary ways, far beyond her 78 days. She will forever remind me that hope is birthed in presence of God…that even when the storms of life come, I can be confident in those promises and the love that God shows us all. He has NEVER failed me yet!!!
There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
No matter how much time passes I don’t think I will ever find solace in going to the cemetary. Many do…there is a peaceful beauty that can be found in the quiet, serenity of it all. But for me, all I see are glaring reminders of what is temporal. That’s the interesting thing about grief…each person’s experience is unique and their own. However, my comfort will come not in grieving that which was lost here, but rather in the hope for what is promised for eternity. Because in Christ Jesus there are no “goodbyes” just sweet reunions. That is what I will continue to hope for and find comfort in.
Francesca Isabella Catherincchia ~ October 23, 2007 – January 7, 2008
7 thoughts on “There is Always Hope”
Love you! So glad you could be together in service today.
Love you! So glad you could be together in service today.
Great words my friend. God continues to breathe fresh life through you from honoring the legacy of Bella.
Beth Kring, BSN, CRNM, CCCRC
It will be such joy to see Francesca again. I look forward to it so much.
My heart bled for you then and aches for you still. Turn your eyes upon Jesus is my favorite hymn. God has never failed me or any that call on Him. My grandma told me not to go to the cemetery. She said that she won’t be there because she’s waiting for me with Jesus in Heaven. So thankful for God’s promise of Heaven.
Dearest Nikki and Matt,
I rarely am at a loss for words, but as I read this blog post, the tears began to fall. So much heartfelt emotion! Perfectly worded and immensely significant.
While I have never lost a child, my immediate thought was “why would the Lord allow you to get pregnant, have your daughter and only 78 days later, call her home. This is by far, mind boggling, to say the least.
Please understand that I am no way trying to compare our situations, but I can say with the utmost certainty, that God is the only one who can turn a mess into a message. That, my sweet friend, is exactly what you are doing and your stance on “hope” in Christ, is admirable.
Thank you for sharing Nikk. I plan to share it with people I know who can benefit from your message.
Much love and In Christ Alone,
Leslie ( Kelmer ) Dunham
It is a heavy burden to lose anyone from this world, but to lose one so young is a weight none should ever have to carry. My heart goes out to you in your time of need.
God Bless You