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	<title>Comments on: 007 Opposite</title>
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	<description>Using Bono&#039;s words to face my Son&#039;s death.</description>
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		<title>By: Stacy</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/04/15/007-opposite/comment-page-1/#comment-54</link>
		<dc:creator>Stacy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 12:24:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nobody really knew what to expect when the baby came out. Was it going to weird or deformed in some way.  Somehow death of our body becomes sort of creepy and you don&#039;t want to hug a dead body. Then as Pam was pushing  everything felt almost normal, when little Ben came out it was still a beautiful sight and miracle of creation. That split second I felt elation. Then the room was flooded with overwhelming grief. I held little Ben that night and I  can tell you there was nothing creepy about him, he was a perfect, beautiful little boy. He was a perfect ,just his body was sleeping .</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nobody really knew what to expect when the baby came out. Was it going to weird or deformed in some way.  Somehow death of our body becomes sort of creepy and you don&#8217;t want to hug a dead body. Then as Pam was pushing  everything felt almost normal, when little Ben came out it was still a beautiful sight and miracle of creation. That split second I felt elation. Then the room was flooded with overwhelming grief. I held little Ben that night and I  can tell you there was nothing creepy about him, he was a perfect, beautiful little boy. He was a perfect ,just his body was sleeping .</p>
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		<title>By: Michele</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michele</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 22:59:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>pam,

thank you for sharing your thoughts on the first time you saw ben. what a beautiful, powerful truth. death cannot steal your joy. 

i think i said the same thing after adam died - everything that was true about God before this happened is still true. it just looked a lot different and i needed a lot of reminders. say it in faith even when you don&#039;t believe it. keep wrestling it out.

i pray for you and john constantly. 
much love, 
michele</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>pam,</p>
<p>thank you for sharing your thoughts on the first time you saw ben. what a beautiful, powerful truth. death cannot steal your joy. </p>
<p>i think i said the same thing after adam died &#8211; everything that was true about God before this happened is still true. it just looked a lot different and i needed a lot of reminders. say it in faith even when you don&#8217;t believe it. keep wrestling it out.</p>
<p>i pray for you and john constantly.<br />
much love,<br />
michele</p>
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		<title>By: Julie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 16:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>John and Pam,
What a picture of grace and truth you are. To be willing to share this deeply personal story so that others can see and hear and taste what it means to suffer and not become bitter, but to walk towards Jesus.  Thank you for opening up this part of your life to me.
i love you !
julie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>John and Pam,<br />
What a picture of grace and truth you are. To be willing to share this deeply personal story so that others can see and hear and taste what it means to suffer and not become bitter, but to walk towards Jesus.  Thank you for opening up this part of your life to me.<br />
i love you !<br />
julie</p>
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		<title>By: John Miller</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/04/15/007-opposite/comment-page-1/#comment-28</link>
		<dc:creator>John Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 21:01:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You&#039;re right: on the other side of tragedy, you have to become a different person.  I love what you and mom told Pam and I; that we have a choice to walk toward bitterness or walk towards Jesus. You and mom have been pillars to help us continually make the right (and hard) choice, to follow Jesus.  This sounds odd, but it&#039;s comforting knowing that that day was one of your hardest as well.  It means you love us, and you love our son, and your grandson.  

You are one amazing grandpa.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;re right: on the other side of tragedy, you have to become a different person.  I love what you and mom told Pam and I; that we have a choice to walk toward bitterness or walk towards Jesus. You and mom have been pillars to help us continually make the right (and hard) choice, to follow Jesus.  This sounds odd, but it&#8217;s comforting knowing that that day was one of your hardest as well.  It means you love us, and you love our son, and your grandson.  </p>
<p>You are one amazing grandpa.</p>
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		<title>By: dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 20:52:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>John, the two and a half hours that we held Ben was the valley of the shadow of death. The Hebrew is a little fuzzy in Psal 23, but it says something like the &quot;valley of the shades of darkness&quot;. No one who goes into the valley comes out the same person. You are just different. This was one of the three hardest days of my life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>John, the two and a half hours that we held Ben was the valley of the shadow of death. The Hebrew is a little fuzzy in Psal 23, but it says something like the &#8220;valley of the shades of darkness&#8221;. No one who goes into the valley comes out the same person. You are just different. This was one of the three hardest days of my life.</p>
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		<title>By: Pam</title>
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		<dc:creator>Pam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 14:19:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes, I wanted to hear this little one cry so badly and even though I knew somewhere in my head that my baby was gone, something else inside me said, ‘when I hold him, everything will be ok.’ And when I saw him for the first time, I felt happy. For a short time, even death couldn’t steal my joy. I felt a love that I never knew before. I held him, kissed him, and laid him on the bed to see that he was ok. He formed perfectly inside me. He was a miracle, a beautiful little boy. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

But of course, we know how this story ends. And it wasn’t long before the waves of grief and fear came over me.

One thing from that night is still true. Death will never steal my joy that I felt when I saw my son. And though I am wrestling with my faith in Jesus and heaven, I pray everyday that everything I claimed to believe prior to this tragedy is all still very true. I am praying to believe that I will see my son again and feel that same joy I felt at his birth, only then, I will feel that joy for all of eternity.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, I wanted to hear this little one cry so badly and even though I knew somewhere in my head that my baby was gone, something else inside me said, ‘when I hold him, everything will be ok.’ And when I saw him for the first time, I felt happy. For a short time, even death couldn’t steal my joy. I felt a love that I never knew before. I held him, kissed him, and laid him on the bed to see that he was ok. He formed perfectly inside me. He was a miracle, a beautiful little boy. I couldn’t ask for anything more.</p>
<p>But of course, we know how this story ends. And it wasn’t long before the waves of grief and fear came over me.</p>
<p>One thing from that night is still true. Death will never steal my joy that I felt when I saw my son. And though I am wrestling with my faith in Jesus and heaven, I pray everyday that everything I claimed to believe prior to this tragedy is all still very true. I am praying to believe that I will see my son again and feel that same joy I felt at his birth, only then, I will feel that joy for all of eternity.</p>
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