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july 4…part 2

july 4…part 2

July 5, 2009March 26, 2016 stefanieboyce

Went to Zion for the fire works with Ama and Bubba (better known as Joan and Ken).

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Love multiplied. I wanted to pass along an update from The Trike Project. From Liz and Jen: JBThankful. This means different things to everyone that knew Jayden and Brooklyn Boyce, and it means new opportunities and continued love for some that never knew Jay and Beeba. When sweet Brooklyn Boyce passed away this August, Stefanie and Justin asked that any donations made in her honor be made to The Trike Project Foundation. We wanted her money to go to a Rifton Activity Chair which was a “game changer” (as Stef described it), for their family. The chairs are awesome and expensive and they make everyday life so much easier and better for everyone. Activity chairs are not covered by most insurances. We were concerned about Activity Chairs not being considered “mobility equipment” and if our supporters would frown on how Beeba’s money was spent, but Stef focused on the word “game changer” and the chair was it. Then our own game changer happened. We knew our supporters would be okay with Activity Chairs in Beeba’s memory when we saw a parent completely delighted that their son could eat meals at the table with them because they had bungeed a car seat to a kitchen chair. A car seat bungeed to a kitchen chair. Game Changer. Annika, Connor, Chase and Tommy, enjoy eating with your family this Thanksgiving, you have a sweet angel watching over you in that chair. Jayden and Brooklyn, thank you. You have been a “game changer” for all of us and we are forever #JBThankful #gamechanger #thetrikeproject Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Jayden’s funeral was today, last year. We sat front row, and with our friends and family sitting around us, we reflected on all this little boy taught us about love, acceptance, communicated through his presence. As much as we all missed him, love kept whispering us back to gratitude. We still do and it still does. This morning I sat in the very back row of that same room and watched 38 people profess their faith and get baptized. Two of them, Anjali and Aliya. Two young ladies who became fast friends to all three of my kids. Two young ladies that have been forever impacted because they chose to enter into our lives. The last woman, #38, was watching online, heard the open invitation to be baptized, jumped in her car and was dunked 30 minutes later. Immediate obedience. Beautiful. So a year later, I am thankful. Thankful for my church family. Thankful for Anjali and Aliya. Thankful for #38. Thankful I am Jayden’s mom. Just, well, thankful. #jbthankful #38 #weareimmanuel @judymaldonado5442 @anji_zaida
Community can be tricky when it comes to asking and giving support, so in light of Jayden’s one year anniversary, I spent a few moments reflecting on community, comfort, and love. What started as an Instagram post, however, turned into a blog. Here’s a excerpt: “One little boy’s love, which looks strikingly similar to Christ’s love for us, brought us all together one year after his passing. Jayden’s light and love continues to connect us to one another. And light never dies. It remains in the people we love and who love us. Like little pieces of broken glass, we all came together and created a beautiful mosaic of love and healing, of light reflected back and into and through and beyond all of us.” I’d be honored if you took a moment to read more: Insta: link in bio FB: https://stefanieboyce.com/2018/11/15/one-year-after-the-funeral-comments-on-light-comfort-and-community/
One year closer, J. One whole year. It feels like yesterday and forever in the same moment most days-but this morning it feels more like yesterday. Actually, it feels like THE day. The house is dark. Quiet. I’m having flashbacks of this morning one year ago. Today I will run errands, navigating a sea of strangers who think today is just any other Tuesday. I will think the same of them. I will sit in the empty playroom-now office-and write as I look at your picture smiling back at me. A few of us will gather tonight to share memories, watch your video, and light candles in your memory- it will be my favorite part of the night-talking about you. I love when people talk about you. I can’t forget. As much as you are not physically here-the gaping hole so obvious-you are more alive, more perfect than you ever have been. I can’t forget I will see you again. Healed. Free of Sanfilippo, and I am just one year closer today. Friends, thank you for walking with us this past year (and really, the past decade). We would be so honored if you took a moment and shared a picture, funny story, memory, or what you are thankful for using #jbthankful today or in the comments below. We’d love to see his face and stories all over social media and in texts. Then tonight, please consider lighting a candle in solidarity with us and sending us a picture/posting it as we remember our sweet boy. Your love continues, J. I am so thankful for you.
Yet. It’s my new favorite word, right up there with ‘so that.’ Last week in class we talked about Lament-prayers we offer to God through our pain. Psalms are full of Laments. Lamentations is a book named after this type of prayer. Jesus even lamented in the garden moments before His journey to the cross. Somewhere along the way we forgot lament was worship. We forgot these types of prayer are sweet offerings of worship. Forgot these prayers that say, God where are you? God I’m scared. God why? Are actually Scripture. My friend Jessica says the world is dying for a place to put their pain. Could it be that there’s already a place? Could it be we’ve simply forgotten? When we recognize brokenness in the world, that things aren’t the way they were meant to be, we see a need for a Savior. Lament is the way we agree with God about the brokenness. We agree things are not the way they should be. We agree restoration is needed. But most of us blame and stop talking to God when things hurt. We dump our pain all over the world or try to ignore it. It doesn’t work. Lament is a two step process. First, we identify our hurt and the world’s brokenness, along with the feelings that come with it. Step two is surrendering those things to Christ. It’s a shift in perspective. We bring our grievances to God and let Him transform, redeem, and hold them. No tear is forgotten. It is only after we have emptied the brokenness we see the word YET. Here’s the pattern: The psalmist empties, God fills the psalmists with promises and provisions. God this hurts, yet you are the comforter. God why? I may never know-yet you do and you work everything out for good. Lord I miss them, yet I know I will see them again. Too many of us try to skip the first step. We can’t. We can’t slap bows and sentiments on our pain without surrendering. Lament. A sweet offering of worship. And, lots and lots of YET.
Well hello sweet baby girl! Look who popped into my Facebook memories today?! Loving you forever, sweet B.
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