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OJ and Champ

May 26, 2012  •  1 Comment

I thought I would just write blogs about my photography on here, sweet little tid-bits about each of the families and children that I photographed. But today, I am writing just to write. There is a girl I know, named Octavia. I met her many years ago at The Rock Church. She worked in the office there and I ran into her again when I went on a 4 day Wilderness trip with the church. I call her a friend, because she was a joy and a light and a friend to everyone. She wasn't a friend I chatted with on the phone, or met up and hung out with, but she was someone I was inspired by and someone I wanted to be more like. She just has a Kingdom heart, always seeking after the things of the Father, always striving to walk the walk, and be a doer of the Word. I say striving, but she really made it look effortless. She just really is in love with Jesus.

I knew she went to India to do missionary work there, and she was married while she was there to her husband. They wore gorgeous, vibrant, traditional Indian clothing for the ceremony, and it was beautiful, just like she was. So fast forward a few years, and she has two amazing daughters and is now pregnant with her third child. Only, he has been diagnosed with Trisomy 18, which is nothing I've ever heard of, but it isn't good. She asked us all to pray with her, in faith, for the miraculous healing of her child. Her faith was incredible. Her desire, to be a witness to her doctors and nurses and all who prayed with her, about the amazing power of our God. That He. COULD. DO IT! If only He WOULD do it. And if He did not, they resolved that He would use it for His glory, and the purpose would eventually be made evident. I thought, "Wow. If God is going to answer this prayer, it would definitely be for OJ. And if God doesn't answer this prayer, it will be because He knows that OJ could handle it." Handle it? Who can handle losing their child? That is not what we consider the normal way of things. A parent should not outlive their children. But sadly, OJ went into labor prematurely, and Champ did not survive.

They chose to spend as much time with their son, Champ, as possible. The pictures they took with him were both heartbreaking and endearing. Precious and excruciating. But throughout their sorrow, they PRAISED HIM!!! I have two beautiful daughters, and I cannot say that I would praise Him for taking one of them from me. My heart trembles in my chest even now at the thought of it. It is only through His graciousness that I have them today, to love and to hold. That I can watch them grow and hear their laughter....  Selah.

In the end, I realized that OJ's sorrow is only lessened by her connection to the Vine. Every post she shared, updating us on Champ and her family's healing process was just an inspiration to me. I was convicted over my own lack of faith. My own separation from my Father - how I am not abiding, daily, in the Vine, and gathering His strength, His comfort, His love, His wisdom - and therefore, I am denying myself all that I am promised by Christ. He said He would be near to us, comfort us, lead us, carry our burdens, be our ever present help and best of all possible friends. But we have to SEEK HIM! We have to ABIDE in Him. We have to actually receive this love and this gift, or we are lost. We are lost in this world of emptiness, loneliness, abandonment, hopelessness, chaos, war, death, hostility. The world apart from Christ is all of these things. The world tries to satisfy us with material possessions, lies to us that other relationships (outside of Christ) will fulfill us, that the power of ME is all you need to succeed. Well, I am sorry, but I need Jesus. I need to be controlled by the Holy Spirit. It is only when I deny my own stubborn willfulness, and submit to Jesus, that I can love as He loves. With gentleness, forgiveness, compassion, kindness, mercy. It is only if I am abiding in Him that I can feel His loving arms of comfort on those hard and hopeless nights. And I need Him. I need His comfort. His love. His salvation. Thank you, God, my sweet Abba Father, for being my Daddy. For showing me the way, through the life and death of this sweet boy, and through the life and faith of his amazing mother. My feeble prayers are with you, Octavia. I know that God will continue to comfort you and just love on you somethin fierce! Thank you, for always being true to Him, for living the life in a way that will undoubtedly end in a beautiful crown of glory, our Father's hand wiping away every last tear from your eyes, and a "well done, My good and faithful servant."

May I join you, sweet sister, in pleasing Him. 

 


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Kristen Johnson(non-registered)
Wow....what sweet words you have written. Thank you for sharing :)
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