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	<description>We&#039;re packing a suitcase for a place, none of us has been.</description>
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		<title>By: John Miller</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/06/15/the-room/#comment-886</link>
		<dc:creator>John Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 17:58:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Emily,

Wow.  Thanks for your reply.  I can&#039;t wait for my wife to read it.  I&#039;m sorry for your loss.  We just read in a book last night that when someone dies we exchange a dream for a nightmare.  It&#039;s so true.  Just two days ago my best friend and his wife just delivered their healthy baby boy.  We got pregnant together just a few months apart: it&#039;s just that their baby is alive and healthy and ours is gone.  When he called to rejoice there was and is a tension with both of us.  He knows our grief is fresh and real, yet his personal joy is fresh and real.  I hung up the phone feeling so excited for him, and miserable for us.  Then it hit me: we lost our son not even 4 months ago.  It&#039;s ok to be sad.  It&#039;s ok to feel this crappy tension.  People where I work were so sympathetic to me when this first happened, but 3 months later they&#039;ve moved on and barely remember what I&#039;m trying to forget.  Thank you for sharing your nightmare with us too.  It&#039;s so hard to believe in Jesus and things we can&#039;t see at times.  I just don&#039;t think any of can walk through this alone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Emily,</p>
<p>Wow.  Thanks for your reply.  I can&#8217;t wait for my wife to read it.  I&#8217;m sorry for your loss.  We just read in a book last night that when someone dies we exchange a dream for a nightmare.  It&#8217;s so true.  Just two days ago my best friend and his wife just delivered their healthy baby boy.  We got pregnant together just a few months apart: it&#8217;s just that their baby is alive and healthy and ours is gone.  When he called to rejoice there was and is a tension with both of us.  He knows our grief is fresh and real, yet his personal joy is fresh and real.  I hung up the phone feeling so excited for him, and miserable for us.  Then it hit me: we lost our son not even 4 months ago.  It&#8217;s ok to be sad.  It&#8217;s ok to feel this crappy tension.  People where I work were so sympathetic to me when this first happened, but 3 months later they&#8217;ve moved on and barely remember what I&#8217;m trying to forget.  Thank you for sharing your nightmare with us too.  It&#8217;s so hard to believe in Jesus and things we can&#8217;t see at times.  I just don&#8217;t think any of can walk through this alone.</p>
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		<title>By: Emily Stump</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/06/15/the-room/#comment-885</link>
		<dc:creator>Emily Stump</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 17:19:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You don&#039;t know me John and Pam, but I&#039;ve been shown your blog through deAnn.  I just want to write that you words are beautiful and real.  They touch my heart.  I can identify with some of your grief.  Not only have I miscarried a few years back, but I just lost my sis-in-law in a motorcycle accident on April 25th of this year.  My heart breaks reading this because my grief is so fresh and because you describe so well some of the things that I&#039;m feeling.  Keep writing, it&#039;s helping more than you know.

Emily</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You don&#8217;t know me John and Pam, but I&#8217;ve been shown your blog through deAnn.  I just want to write that you words are beautiful and real.  They touch my heart.  I can identify with some of your grief.  Not only have I miscarried a few years back, but I just lost my sis-in-law in a motorcycle accident on April 25th of this year.  My heart breaks reading this because my grief is so fresh and because you describe so well some of the things that I&#8217;m feeling.  Keep writing, it&#8217;s helping more than you know.</p>
<p>Emily</p>
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		<title>By: John Miller</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/06/15/the-room/#comment-884</link>
		<dc:creator>John Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:02:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Chain saw it is!  I&#039;m growing three of them now.  No pictures to post yet though.  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Chain saw it is!  I&#8217;m growing three of them now.  No pictures to post yet though.  <img src='http://www.visionovervisibility.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Tom LoBianco</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/06/15/the-room/#comment-883</link>
		<dc:creator>Tom LoBianco</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:36:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey John,

The pumpkin on that seed packet is HUGE! I can&#039;t imagine how long it would take to carve that thing &amp; get the seeds out.  Forget the knife, you&#039;d have to use a chain saw.  I&#039;m looking forward to seeing your giant pumpkin!

Anyway, it was so good to hear from you again. Thank you for sharing this part of your story with us so we can remember &amp; never forget your son, Ben.  I&#039;m looking forward to meeting him in Heaven.

Love ya,
Tom</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey John,</p>
<p>The pumpkin on that seed packet is HUGE! I can&#8217;t imagine how long it would take to carve that thing &amp; get the seeds out.  Forget the knife, you&#8217;d have to use a chain saw.  I&#8217;m looking forward to seeing your giant pumpkin!</p>
<p>Anyway, it was so good to hear from you again. Thank you for sharing this part of your story with us so we can remember &amp; never forget your son, Ben.  I&#8217;m looking forward to meeting him in Heaven.</p>
<p>Love ya,<br />
Tom</p>
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		<title>By: John Miller</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/06/15/the-room/#comment-882</link>
		<dc:creator>John Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:57:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh my gosh, Babe, you are the greatest.  I think this post just made my heat explode.  You&#039;re right: I can see our kids reading this someday.  And we do have to document because we will forget so much as time goes on.  Now is the time to get it down.

It&#039;s amazing to think that what we write here can actually help other people and give hope.  So much of what I&#039;m writing feels so hopeless.  There is so much to believe and it takes so much courage.

I can&#039;t wait for our pumpkins to grow.  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my gosh, Babe, you are the greatest.  I think this post just made my heat explode.  You&#8217;re right: I can see our kids reading this someday.  And we do have to document because we will forget so much as time goes on.  Now is the time to get it down.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s amazing to think that what we write here can actually help other people and give hope.  So much of what I&#8217;m writing feels so hopeless.  There is so much to believe and it takes so much courage.</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t wait for our pumpkins to grow.  <img src='http://www.visionovervisibility.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Pam</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/06/15/the-room/#comment-881</link>
		<dc:creator>Pam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:50:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you so much for posting babe.  I know it&#039;s so hard to enter that room.  It means so much to me that you&#039;re willing to do so and I know that this blog will be a great tool to help us remember.  I see us using this blog to help our future little ones understand this chapter of our life, to understand that they have a big brother that they will meet one day.  And I see us being able to use this with other parents who will experience a similar loss one day.

And lastly...

GROW PUMPKINS GROW!

May they take over our backyard!

I Love You!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you so much for posting babe.  I know it&#8217;s so hard to enter that room.  It means so much to me that you&#8217;re willing to do so and I know that this blog will be a great tool to help us remember.  I see us using this blog to help our future little ones understand this chapter of our life, to understand that they have a big brother that they will meet one day.  And I see us being able to use this with other parents who will experience a similar loss one day.</p>
<p>And lastly&#8230;</p>
<p>GROW PUMPKINS GROW!</p>
<p>May they take over our backyard!</p>
<p>I Love You!</p>
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		<title>By: John Miller</title>
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		<dc:creator>John Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 19:34:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My giant pumpkins started to grow two days ago.  :)

Thanks for reading Dee... it means a lot.  I&#039;m overwhelmed with how many people love Pam and I.  It&#039;s just amazing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My giant pumpkins started to grow two days ago.  <img src='http://www.visionovervisibility.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Thanks for reading Dee&#8230; it means a lot.  I&#8217;m overwhelmed with how many people love Pam and I.  It&#8217;s just amazing.</p>
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		<title>By: deAnn</title>
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		<dc:creator>deAnn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 17:42:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m still reading...and weeping.

grace &amp; peace ~ dee

[and good luck growing those gianormous pumpkins!]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m still reading&#8230;and weeping.</p>
<p>grace &amp; peace ~ dee</p>
<p>[and good luck growing those gianormous pumpkins!]</p>
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		<title>By: John Miller</title>
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		<dc:creator>John Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 20:45:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for posting this Mom. I forgot about that Lewis quote... Not sure what it means yet.  &quot;why&quot;  Yeah, I like that.  I love it that Jesus let&#039;s us question Him and wrestle with him.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for posting this Mom. I forgot about that Lewis quote&#8230; Not sure what it means yet.  &#8220;why&#8221;  Yeah, I like that.  I love it that Jesus let&#8217;s us question Him and wrestle with him.</p>
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		<title>By: your grammy</title>
		<link>http://www.visionovervisibility.com/2009/06/15/the-room/#comment-877</link>
		<dc:creator>your grammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 01:44:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just read this  last night:

&quot;God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.&quot;  C.S. Lewis

&quot;Before leaving the airport, earlier that day, a young New Yorker named Glenn Chambers hurriedly scribbled a note on a piece of paper he found on the floor of the terminal.  The scrap was part of a printed advertisement with the single word &quot;WHY&quot; sprawled across the center.
Needing stationery in a hurry, Chambers scrawled a note to his mother around the word in the middle.  Quickly folding this last-minute thought, he stuffed it in an envelope and dropped it in a box.  There would be more to come, of course.  More about the budding lifelong dream to begin a ministry with the &quot;Voice of the Andes&quot; in Ecuador.  But there was no more to come.  Between the mailing and the delivery of Chambers&#039; note,  the Aviancfa Airline flight bound for Ecuador flamed crazily down the mountainside into a deep ravine.  The envelope arrived later than the news of his death.  When his mother received it, the question burned up at her from the page --WHY?&quot;

John we all hurt as we pass that quiet litte room...Some day Jesus will call Ben&#039;s name...and he too will rise:-) This is our hope...and our hope will not disappoint us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just read this  last night:</p>
<p>&#8220;God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.&#8221;  C.S. Lewis</p>
<p>&#8220;Before leaving the airport, earlier that day, a young New Yorker named Glenn Chambers hurriedly scribbled a note on a piece of paper he found on the floor of the terminal.  The scrap was part of a printed advertisement with the single word &#8220;WHY&#8221; sprawled across the center.<br />
Needing stationery in a hurry, Chambers scrawled a note to his mother around the word in the middle.  Quickly folding this last-minute thought, he stuffed it in an envelope and dropped it in a box.  There would be more to come, of course.  More about the budding lifelong dream to begin a ministry with the &#8220;Voice of the Andes&#8221; in Ecuador.  But there was no more to come.  Between the mailing and the delivery of Chambers&#8217; note,  the Aviancfa Airline flight bound for Ecuador flamed crazily down the mountainside into a deep ravine.  The envelope arrived later than the news of his death.  When his mother received it, the question burned up at her from the page &#8211;WHY?&#8221;</p>
<p>John we all hurt as we pass that quiet litte room&#8230;Some day Jesus will call Ben&#8217;s name&#8230;and he too will rise:-) This is our hope&#8230;and our hope will not disappoint us.</p>
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