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A Gift of Love

Posted Friday, November 6, 2009, at 12:42 AM

I've been absent from the blogging world for some time, but I'm blaming it on the cesspool of stress I've been swimming in. Hey, I'm only stating the facts! A recent survey by the American Psychological Association claims that, "more Denver residents say that their work, money and job stability are significant sources of stress than Americans nationwide." I thought this survey validated all of the craziness in my life lately and felt it would be perfect to blog about. But, when my blog post soon turned into a vent and that vent was going no where fast, I knew I needed a break from the negative.

So, what did I do? Why, flip on the TV of course! Unfortunately, it was just in time to hear the news about Fort Hood. I am sad and angry about today's events, but I have to admit I've become somewhat numb to the random acts of violence taking place in our world today. As we continued to watch the news, my husband (and his inner GI Joe) kept getting angrier and angrier, wishing he could do something. As with Oklahoma City, Columbine, 9/11, Virginia Tech, the Omaha shooting, and so many others, I knew I'd be glued to the TV if I didn't just turn away and let God be in control.

As I sit in the comfort of my home, surrounded by my husband and four fur kids, I'm grateful for all God has blessed me with. The everyday stresses of a commute that tends to drag, a job that drains the life out of me, and the million and one other things that get in the way just don't seem to matter right now. With the TV turned off, I've been perusing the Internet and stumbled across a little boy named Noah.

Noah was diagnosed with Stage IV Neuroblastoma in February 2007 but went into remission in August of that same year. In September 2008, he relapsed and the cancer has continued to spread. His family is celebrating Christmas this weekend because they do not think he will make it through the season. He asked his mom if she could have his friends send Christmas cards or ornaments because all he wanted was to see how many people love him. His simple request has spread and people from all over the world are sending Christmas greetings his way. I do not know this little boy from any other little boy I might meet on the street. All I do know is that he is 5 years old, has curly blond hair (as seen in this video clip), and will be going to live with Jesus soon. I also know that I have to take part in fulfilling his simple wish.

As I think of Noah, I begin to recall the life of my childhood friend, Amanda Jo. To me, she was simply "Manda." She left this world 27 years ago, but I still remember her plain as day. I remember playing dress-up and working on the church parade float together. I remember us playing with her toys and admiring her brother's Lego set, which we dared not touch. I even remember a silly little argument or two. I also remember her bald head and the bruises on her face. My parents told me it was because she was sick. Being only 5 years old at the time, I didn't quite grasp the fact that her illness was one from which she would never recover. Manda was only 4 years old when she died from leukemia. I didn't know where my parents had been the day I saw them come home looking so sad. I found out later that they were at Manda's funeral. Years later I would ask questions and learn more details, but at 5 years old I was content knowing she was an angel in Heaven sitting by Jesus' side.

I am an avid fan of the show Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and tune in every Sunday night to watch Ty and his crew bring hope to a family who has been broken or is in some other way hurting. Often times, there are stories about children with physical limitations or of those battling a life-threatening illness. While watching the show one night--with tears running down my face--I said to my husband, "as much as it would hurt to see my child in pain or to see my child miss out on the daily joys of childhood; as much as I fear the unknown of raising a child with needs far greater than those of another; and, as much as I doubt my own emotional stability to handle such a task, I do believe God is in control and never gives more than one could handle. And, if He were to choose me to be a parent to one of His very special blessings, I believe I will have received the ultimate gift of love and it would be such a great privilege and honor."

These thoughts of Manda and Noah and so many other children make the everyday pressures of life seem so mundane. They make me wonder, "What is it that I can do to make a difference in someone's life?" For starters, I think I'll send a card. If this is to be Noah's last Christmas on earth, I want to make sure it's the Merriest of all! Not only do I want him to know he is loved, I also want to honor the memory of Manda and so many other children whose lives have been cut short, whether by illness or other circumstances; I want to rejoice with those who've been through the pain and have come out on the other side; I want to embrace those left behind--the parents, the siblings, the childhood friends--and sing praises for the blessings these children have left on our hearts; and, I want to comfort those children who are still fighting the fight and keeping the faith.

Will you rejoice with me? Will you honor a child with me? Will you help give Noah a very Merry Christmas by showing him just how much he is loved?

If you'd like to send a card to Noah, mail to:

Noah Biorkman
1141 Fountain View Circle
South Lyon, Michigan 48178

For more information, click here.


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Brianna,

We are very proud of you and how you have such a special heart. Most of all God seems to know when to let us realize our circumstances so cause us to be content knowing there are others must more in need.

love

mom

-- Posted by cathydavis on Fri, Nov 6, 2009, at 10:11 AM

I, too, am so proud of the wonderful young woman you have become, and I thank you for making your writings public. It is such a joy to read some good clean comments and observations, instead of the many who are trying to throw each other under the bus in their writings. Keep up the good work, and yes, I have sent him a card also.

-- Posted by Mamajo630 on Fri, Nov 6, 2009, at 4:01 PM

This has been sent to Amanda's parents. They will appreciate it!

-- Posted by a&d on Thu, Nov 12, 2009, at 5:34 PM


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