Thursday, October 05, 2006


A friend who is an artist (Katie Knutson) recently did a thoughtful and beautiful painting of my very own son. I thought for any one interested I would tell the story behind it, because, well... sometimes you just have to testify. It was a Saturday the day before Easter. Mimi and Oak and Meadow had come over to dye Easter eggs and make chocolate bird nests. Josh and I had been up almost the entire night before because of incidents with Ella but I trudged through the day wanting to be a part of the festivities with Juden. Then I went and laid him down for his nap thinking he'd fall right to sleep. A little while later I heard him whining and went to check on him. He looked like he was almost asleep but his room was stuffy and he was all sweaty. It was the hottest day we'd had yet and our window units were not installed yet. Without even thinking twice I opened his window about a foot and thought he would drift right off. I gave him a kiss and continued putting things away upstairs. A few minutes later Josh came through the back yard from a bike ride. Josh was barely in the door when we heard a loud crash. I thought Juden must have fallen out of bed and before I even had time to think Josh was down the stairs and outside. Juden had fallen from his second story window of our tall 100 year old house into the grass. I felt my heart racing but still felt like I could'nt grasp what had just happened. Juden was immediatly getting up and into Josh's arms. He definitely had the wind knocked out of him but as we looked at him we could'nt see anything wrong. He had calmed down surprisingly quickly. We think he got out of bed when he heard Josh come home and must have pushed or leaned on the screen because he busted out the entire screen and frame. I was almost numb with fear of what must be wrong or what might be unable to be seen. We headed to the emergency room. It is difficult to imagine what it feels like to have your child go through an accident of this magnitude and then add the guilt of realizing it was my fault. I felt so much pressure in my chest I felt physically sick. When we entered Juden was perfectly calm and I heard myself saying the words, "He fell about 15 -18 feet out of his window," but I could not believe the words that I was speaking. He was admitted and they put him into a tiny neck brace and they scanned every inch of his little body looking for internal injuries because of the height of the fall. Amazingly every report came back fine. They wanted to keep him over night so they could keep their eye on him. That night seemed like a dream and was my second night without sleep. For a long time I laid next to him in the hospital bed drinking in his sweet familiar scent watching his chest rise and fall. Then I had to leave in the middle of the night to nurse Ella. As I laid a contented baby down I walked into Juden's room filled with moonlight. I could do nothing else but get on my knees and pour out my heart to God. I was exhausted, overjoyed, and incredibly overwhelmed by the grace I had been shown that day. On Easter morning my sweet boy was released from the hospital without even so much as a bruise, on the very day we celebrate God sacrificing His only son. Monday morning Josh went back to work and I tried to get into my normal mommy routine. But I felt anything but normal. I was slow to lose my patience and very quick to hug.
Just waking him up in the morning felt like such a gift. I was weepy and frazzled and incredibly paranoid; it seemed like everywhere I looked I saw a potential danger. I realized that although I was so thankful for Juden's safety I could not be at peace with the guilt of what could have been. I kept telling myself I was entrusted with this child that I failed to protect. I failed to foresee danger and perhaps even caused it. I was questioning everything about my identity as a mom, my very highest calling. I felt like the worst mother in the world. Finally I called Josh at work crying and he came home immediatly. What happened next is something I will forever hold precious in my heart as one of the little signs God sends us on our journey to remind us of his gentle love and care. As Josh watched the kids play in the yard I wandered over and stood under Juden's window. It was painful to bring myself to look up. Then something caught my eye and as I knealt down I saw a tiny sparrow lying where Juden had fallen, delicate and beautiful with no sign of the distress that had caused its demise. I started to cry and at that moment I felt like God said to me, "I saw this sparrow fall and I saw Juden fall And I held him, I didn't have to but I did." This was a very meaningful symbol to me. "His eye is on the Sparrow" was one of my father's favorite hymns and also one of mine. I whispered that phrase in my Dad's ear on more than one occasion while I watched him battle the cancer that took him from us less than two years ago. I had sung it to Juden many a night and maybe to myself as a reminder of God's absolute control and of our incredible worth to him. The hymn is based on Matthew 10:29- "Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father." What a powerful reminder of a God that cares for every little creation and how much more He cares for and loves us. So God spoke peace to me through a tiny bird, and every time I see one I will be reminded of the day God held my son and gave him back to me.

9 comments:

katiek said...

thanks for telling the whole story Linda. You have much to be thankful for. You write it beautifully I will have to print it out to have with the painting when it shows.

linda said...

thanks katie, i hope you don't mind that i posted the incomplete work. i still haven't figured out the whole blogging thing and for some reason i could not get any of the other pictures of the painting to upload.

jen said...

Linda, you have a really lovely way with words. I hadn't heard that story in such detail... thanks for the testimony of God's faithfulness! We can't tell those enough.

Karen Monahan said...

Growing up, I remember hearing so often that God's strength was shown through our weakness, but I never understood how deep and good His strength is until I had to set my child on the altar, over and over again. Thank you so much for sharing this and making yourself so vulnerable. Give Juden a kiss for me.

Karen

Michelle D said...

This was so good to read, thanks for telling this story. I've been struggling with so much anxiety over my children's safety ever since Jack was born. It helps to be reminded of how God views us and our children and how much he loves us. This made me cry and I of course think of my little guys and God protecting them from things I don't even know about. I'm so glad your little guy is safe and healthy. God gave you beautiful kids and blessed them with a wonderful mother.

Nanny said...

Linda: It makes me so happy to see how you can put your feelings into words. It means so much to me to know your love for Jesus and to see the testimony you gave in this letter. I thank the Lord for you, Linda. Love and God bless you always, Nanny

Donna said...

Okay, this might be my second post :) the first seems to have vanished into cyberspace. I wrote to say I'd love to quote you in my new book. This is a wonderful story, beautifully written.
Love you bunches,
Donna Partow

linda said...

wow donna,
please feel free to use whatever you want, there are some things that shouldn't be kept silent no matter how humbling. so good to here from you.

Anna said...

Hi Linda!
I was just snooping around from Aimee and Scott site and found yours and was reading. I hope you dont mind.
I just wanted to let you know that I could not help but cry my eyes out while reading your blog. Every little detail in that story was so honest and I could not help but be on the edge of my seat while reading it just waiting to see what happened next! I often struggle with mothering my two little ones because my fear is so great at times thinking about what could happen to them in this cruel world, but your story was a reminder of Gods grace and his promise to love and protect us and that he too will father our children at all times. Your story was encouragement for me. And as I read through the part with the sparrow all I could picture was you kneeling down with the sparrow and Jesus standing beside you speaking those words to you that you had felt. What an amazing God we serve. Blessings to you all!
Love Anna Schimpf