2013 by Leanne Hadley
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The stories in this book are based on individuals the author has met or known in real life, but specific details and personal characteristics have been altered or left out to honor privacy. Any resemblance to a specific real person the reader may know is purely coincidental.
To my sons, Julian and Britton, and to Janell, my three most beloved!
To Bobbie for all her teaching, support, and friendship, and for always wanting the best for me.
And lastly, to the many children at the hospital who were honest and brave and shared their truth with me. You taught me so much and strengthened my faith, and I will forever hold your precious souls close to my heart.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Introduction
1. My Story of Faith-Filled Doubt
2. Tommy
3. Shane
4. Rebecca
5. James
6. Andrew
7. Jeffery
8. Catherine
9. Joyce
10. Tony
11. The Cystic Fibrosis Gang
12. Jessica
13. Polly
14. Lessons Learned
About the Author
Back Ads
Back Cover
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank the staff of Baker Publishing Group for guiding me through the process of writing this book with such professionalism and sensitivity. I especially thank Andrea Doering, who has journeyed with me and guided me every step of the way. I am certain that without her urging and support I would not have written this book. My words cannot express my gratitude.
I would also to thank my family and friends for their never-ending encouragement and faith in me, not only during the writing of this book, but in all times and all places. You know who you are, and I thank God for each of you!
Introduction
F rom the age of four, I imagined myself working with children. As soon as I was old enough, I began babysitting, helping out in the church nursery, visiting children at the Shriners hospitals for burned children, and doing physical therapy with children with cerebral palsy each Saturday morning. From that time on, Ive worked with children, and I find them to be the most interesting and Spirit-filled people I know!
Jesus told those around him that unless they became like children, they would never enter the kingdom of heaven. I have found those words to be true. Children have much to teach the adults around them about God, faith, and what it means to be human. I know that children need to be taught well. They are not adults, and as such, they need instruction and schooling in matters of life and faith. However, I believe there is a balance between teaching them and at the same time respecting them enough to realize just how wise, insightful, and holy they already are.
When I was first approached to write this book about the experiences of children who were crossing over from this world into heaven, I wondered if I would be exploiting the sacred times we shared together. I wondered if writing about these experiences would in some way spoil the sacredness of the journey. I prayed hard about it and feel confident that these stories should be shared. While I do not understand why these precious little ones died when they did, or why their families had to endure the unique pain that comes with losing a child, these children have much to teach others about the dying process, heaven, and God.
Because I want to protect the identities of the children and their families, I have changed a few of the details of each story. Sometimes I chose to change the sex of the child or alter their age a bit, and, of course, I have used anonymous names. However, I have not changed the experiences they shared with me. Those were such blessed and holy times for me. Ive done everything I can to relate them to you with honesty, sensitivity, and a deep respect and gratitude for being present during those childrens journeys.
It is my prayer that this book will provide comfort because of its topic and will remind each of us of the importance of listening to the children around us every day. During our times with them, when we stop instructing and correcting them and instead start listening to them, we will discover that Jesus knew children well. Jesus knew how wise, insightful, and close to God they are. It is also my prayer that this book will inspire all of us to remember just how blessed we are to have children as a part of our lives, our society, and our world.
My Story of Faith-Filled Doubt
And when from death Im free, Ill sing on, Ill sing on;
And when from death Im free, Ill sing on.
And when from death Im free, Ill sing and joyful be;
And through eternity, Ill sing on, Ill sing on;
And through eternity, Ill sing on.
Alexander Means, What Wondrous Love Is This?
I was born during the last six weeks of my fathers courses at seminary. He, my mother, and my sister Paula had been living in the steeple of a church in Denver, where he worked as a custodian so they could make a living during his time in school. So my first home was in the steeple of a church. Is it any wonder that I went into the ministry?
Six weeks after I was born, we moved home to Kentucky, where my dad spent the first years of his career serving the small churches of the Deep South. I grew up surrounded by church people, revivals, sermons, and hymns. Most of my childhood memories happened in whatever church my father was serving at the time.
I remember a couple coming to our home in the middle of the night asking my dad if he would marry them before the man left for Vietnam the following morning. My father did, and I watched, wearing my pajamas, from the steps going up to my room.
The first Christmas my father served as an associate minister, the senior minister and his wife gave me a fake fur muff to wear around my neck and put my hands in when I got cold. It was beautiful, but even better was the small angel ornament on the ribbon of the package. She had a head made of glass, and her body was made of some kind of netting and wire that had been dipped in gold. I hung her on my Christmas tree and imagined what it would have been like for an angel to tell Mary she was going to give birth to the Son of God.
I loved being the child of a minister. It was difficult at times with all the moving around and changing schools, but I knew that my place was in the church and that the church was where God could be experienced and felt as nowhere else.
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