{"id":1685,"date":"2015-01-29T03:31:28","date_gmt":"2015-01-29T03:31:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=1685"},"modified":"2015-01-29T03:31:28","modified_gmt":"2015-01-29T03:31:28","slug":"the-gift-of-reassurance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=1685","title":{"rendered":"The gift of reassurance"},"content":{"rendered":"

A lot can change in eleven years. Many of the very somber scars of my heart have occurred in the last\u00a0decade. But I want today\u2019s blog to be more upbeat. The most celebrated event of our lives was the birth of our baby (who despite all of our best efforts, at ten, is no longer anywhere close to being a baby).\u00a0\u00a0 Of course, there have been a few other changes, like our remodeling our home, gain a few pounds, lose a few pounds, trips to the hairdresser suddenly becoming more necessary, and instead of chasing toddlers, keeping up with teenagers.<\/p>\n

Another difference compared to my life eleven years ago is the way I am able to interact with friends and family on a daily basis.\u00a0Accepting the\u00a0inherent dangers, the advent of social media has been a game changer for us. While definitely insignificant compared to the birth of our last child, keeping up with friends and family has revolutionized my world. While we do have cousins a little over an hour away, our parents live more than four hundred miles from our home. Sometimes, my best long-distance \u201cconnections\u201d are no farther than a finger swipe away.<\/p>\n

Last summer, I came to the realization that\u00a0our baby girl hadn\u2019t taken her trip to Chicago. Since our Boy Wonder is now a senior, I knew the clock was ticking on how much longer she would even be little. We checked the calendar, cashed in an Amtrak travel voucher, and packed our bags.\u00a0A big send off by Sister\u00a0and Sally Gal and I pulled out of the driveway. Sister\u2019s parting words were, \u201cTake lots of pictures and keep us updated.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"All<\/a>

All Aboard!<\/p><\/div>\n

Throughout our travels, I posted snippets of our adventures. If it was a new and novel experience, a photo was snapped to document the memory. Don\u2019t get me wrong! The point of the trip was to be with my little girl; so, I only shared highlights with my corner of the world.<\/p>\n

\"Who<\/a>

Who knew that Kit dreamed of working as a valet at Union Station?<\/p><\/div>\n

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\"Kit<\/a>

Kit and Sally are ruthless card sharks! Ruthless I tell you!<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Eating<\/a>

Eating breakfast outdoors was nothing compared to eating in the middle of skyscrapers.<\/p><\/div>\n

\"I<\/a>

I drew the line at bringing the stroller this time, but trust me walking like this takes a long time by any definition.<\/p><\/div>\n

Most of the comments were ones about my ridiculous ideas, but one comment completely caught me off guard. While not these exact words, I interpreted the message to be: I hope she appreciates all of this<\/em>. Why is it that we can have hundreds of supporting comments and uplifting messages, but one\u00a0small negative\u00a0interjection\u00a0can stop us in our tracks? Sucks the joy right out of you. Last year, I received my first hate mail on this blog, and believe me it was vile. At first, I was shocked, then saddened, then really saddened that someone could be hurting so badly to write hate mail about a blog in which I talked about the support we received when Reed died. In the end, I just wanted to find this person and give them a really big hug. I didn\u2019t, but if you know me, that is exactly what I wanted to do.<\/p>\n

My transformation didn’t happen instantaneously. The words ate at me for a long time. I actually talked to my pastor about it when our families were having supper one time. The same blog that elicited the vitriolic response\u00a0was the one that opened the doors on my readership and in the end, tens of thousands of people read it. My sweet pastor gently explained how I would never please everyone and the positive comments far outweighed the one person who was clearly hurting. Just let it go, remembering I share my story to help people.<\/p>\n

Which is exactly what I did with that comment on Sally\u2019s gratefulness, I let it in and then I let it out. Or did I?<\/em> God knows my thoughts, my doubts, my fears, and my hurts. As we were riding in the taxi to the station to head home, I snapped this picture.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The absolute best moment of the whole trip!<\/p><\/div>\n

Of course, this was after we were two blocks from the station, the first time,\u00a0and realized I had left my phone sitting on the counter at the hotel. The AMAZING and MOST UNDERSTANDING\u00a0driver ever\u00a0let me use her phone to call the hotel, waited with my child on the street while I ran in, and still got us to the station on time. Can you say huge tip and a hug?<\/p>\n

Anyways, after I snapped the picture, completely unscripted, my baby girl looked into my eyes and said, \u201cMomma, I don\u2019t know how I could ever thank you enough! This was the greatest trip of my life! Thank you, Momma, for buying me this baby, but mostly for taking me on this trip! I love you!\u201d <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

God knew . . . \u00a0as I wiped away tears. God knew that the comment stung what I would like to think is my very tender heart wrapped in a tougher than I have ever expected it would need to be exterior. He also knew when he created this little (and grateful)\u00a0girl the exact words of reassurance\u00a0she would say that would forever melt my heart.\u00a0I am abundantly\u00a0thankful that he did!<\/p>\n

Wherever you are today, may God use someone\u2019s words to whisper into your heart!<\/p>\n

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