Angel Unaware

I was first introduced to Dale Evans Rogers' book, "Angel Unaware", by my Aunt Azalee when I was a little girl. I was a voracious reader from the time I learned to read. Mrs. Rogers' book is about her baby girl, Robin Elizabeth, who was born in August of 1950 with Down Syndrome. Robin lived nearly exactly two years, succumbing to heart problems particular to her condition that couldn't be corrected in that day and age. Aunt Azalee, my Daddy's sister, had gained comfort from Mrs. Rogers' book and wanted to share it with me. My Aunt Azalee and her husband Uncle Stanford had two children, a boy who became a preacher and a Baptist home missionary, and a daughter, Carolyn Sue. Carolyn Sue was born a healthy baby but had a terrible illness a few months after and was left cerebral palsied and mentally handicapped. Her parents took her to many healing services in Texas and the surrounding area. The last one they attended, Aunt Azalee was told by the preacher that the child's mother's faith was not strong enough. Aunt Azalee told him that her faith WAS strong enough, but she was going to accept that Carolyn Sue would not be healed in this lifetime. My aunt and uncle threw themselves into giving Carolyn Sue the best care, even though doctors wanted them to institutionalize her. Carolyn Sue went to church every time the doors were open. My aunt explained to me that if her daughter had any mentality at all and could accept Jesus as her Savior, she wanted her to hear the Gospel as much as she could. They kept their daughter at home for years, even into their old age, and finally put her into a nearby nursing center when they could no longer care for her. Aunt Azalee and Uncle Stanford were the happiest people. They didn't consider Carolyn Sue a burden. If they wanted to go on a trip, they took her with them. Carolyn Sue was always included in any gathering of our family. I think they believed she was their angel unaware. My aunt and uncle always prayed for Carolyn Sue to pass away before they did, so they would know for sure she was being taken care of. Uncle Stanford passed away, but my aunt did live to see Carolyn Sue go to Heaven. Her funeral service was one of the most meaningful ones I have attended. My aunt knew she could go peacefully, knowing that her daughter was in Glory.
After my aunt died, I asked her son if I could have her copy of "Angel Unaware" but he had already had an estate sale and it was gone. Knowing how touched I was when I had read it, and what comfort my aunt had drawn from it, I wanted a copy for myself. It was highly unlikely that I could get one though, for that book was published in 1953 and was probably out of print. About two years ago, I was in Half Price Books in my favorite section, Nostalgia. I was just looking at the locked glass cabinet where they keep their "treasures" and what did I see but a perfect copy of "Angel Unaware"! Next to it was a copy of "Dearest Debbie", another Rogers book about their adopted Korean daughter who passed away on a church trip. I had that book when I was a teen and lost it in one of our moves. I got both books for a song, and the comfort that came in re-reading them has been priceless. Roy and Dale Evans Rogers were not only entertainers, but committed Christians, and their dedication to the Lord is shown in these books. Even though both stories are sad, the Rogers' approach to grieving the death of a child has been uplifting to me.
I have probably mentioned before that I don't consider Meredith an angel, though I may call her one as an endearing term. I saw this poem on another blog and wanted to share it with you. (I changed just a few words to make it suit me a bit better)

Angel Unaware

Oh, the longing we both had,
To be a mommy and a dad.
We put our hopes and dreams in you,
He hoped for pink and I did, too.
But for you, God had a different plan,
One we may never understand.
We were visited by an angel,
Though we didn't know it then.
You were the answer to our prayer,
Our angel unaware.

We hardly got to say hello,
Before we had to let you go.
God breathed your name and called you home.
So briefly here, so quickly gone.
But in the stillness of the night,
My empty arms still hold you tight.
We were visited by an angel,
Though we didn't know it then.
You were the answer to our prayer,
Our angel unaware.

In my mind I see you running
Chasing bees and butterflies.
Soft hair gently blowing,
Healthy cheeks, laughing eyes.
In the quietness of the morning,
When the mist hangs in the air,
I hold you close within my heart -
My angel unaware.

How can I miss someone so much
I barely had the chance to touch?
Yet, as you grew inside of me,
I learned how strong a love can be.
I knew you for your lifetime -
I'll love you for all of mine.
We were visited by an angel,
Though we didn't know it then.
You were the answer to our prayer,
Our angel unaware.
-Author Unknown



Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for
thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
Hebrews 13:2

Gifts of Love

From Trena

From Trennia

From a grandmother of an angel

From Angie

From Beth

From Casey - to all Moms

From Jen & Lily Angeline

From "Landon's Gift"

From Caroline



I have been blessed beyond measure with friends who think of Meredith and send me pictures for her. It's amazing what a picture can do for you, especially if it is for your child in Heaven.
Thanks to all these wonderful mothers who have blessed me with their talents. The two Valentine's cards are free images from other bloggers. The first one, the little brown haired girl, reminded me of what Meredith might have looked like. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

Days of Ice

Since we have had rain, sleet, and snow in the last 24 hours, we are a wee bit frozen in here in Texas. I thought this was a good time to show the beautiful snowman picture that Jen made for Meredith. Jen is the mother to Lily, who resides in Heaven, and Coopie, her wonderful rainbow baby. Thanks, Jen!
It was raining the October day I came home from the hospital after Meredith died. It was raining in September when I found out our baby might come early. We wanted a girl so very badly that I don't remember us even having a solid boy's name chosen. But we did have a girl's name - Meredith for my grandmother Mary and my mother Edith. Helen was hubby's mother's middle name. The gray skies and fall rain mirrored the way my heart felt. Later on, as the reality of her death really sunk in, and also the fact that not everyone wanted to help us grieve, icy claws grabbed my heart, just like the ice we had today. I felt cold and windblown. I think I have mentioned this before, but I had strange fears that she was cold underground in the cemetery. I even had thoughts that I wished we had buried her in hubby's grandmother's yard (where we lived at the time) so I could look out and see if her grave was safe. Totally irrational, I know. For years, whenever I thought of Meredith, tears would well in my eyes. The icy claws of grief stuck with me for over 22 years before they started to melt. Today I thank God for standing by me, for Christian counselors and doctors, for an understanding hubby and children, for my parents who later on did talk to me about Meredith, to my wonderful cousins, friends who have stayed with me on this journey and new friends I have met because of this journey. Baby Meredith, I have always known in my mind that you were safe with Jesus, safe and warm. You are in His Heavenly Light, in His presence. I don't ever have to worry about you being cared for and comfortable. I love you, baby.

Missing You

Oh, Meredith, sometimes I look at your blog just to see your picture on the screen. I have so many things to write about but I just can't some days. I miss you - you made my first dream come true, that of being a mother. I will always miss you. You were, and will forever be, a big part of my world. Thank you, Lord, for sending us this precious piece of humanity.

(Thank you, Kristie, for this lovely collage. it warmed my heart!)

Prayers and a Tiny White Coffin

I was watching the news yesterday, viewing the disaster in Brazil. These past few days there have been floodings in Australia and other countries, a tragic shooting in Arizona, mudslides in Brazil, and myriads of other tragedies on a much smaller scale. When I turned on the TV, a picture of a man from Brazil was on the screen. He was holding the tinest snow white coffin. It must have been 18 inches long, maybe a bit longer, but not much. The announcer was saying, "...and even babies have been caught up in the floods."
I prayed immediately for these parents, for I know the pain of child loss. I prayed for the thousands of others who have lost so much, or all they had, this week. My finite mind cannot understand such pain, but I can pray for these people.
And, I can change my thinking.
When I need to do a household chore, I will forget that my back hurts, do it, and thank God I have a home to attend to.
When I pay for a medical bill, instead of complaining that insurance should have paid more, I will gladly write the check and thank God I have medical care and health insurance.
When I get a glass of tap water and think bottled would taste better , I will thank God I have water at all, and clean water at that.
When I have a peanut butter sandwich and wish I felt well enough to make a home cooked meal, I will thank God I have something to eat, period.
I am so spoiled. I have SO much, and need to fully appreciate what I do have.
Yes, I have buried a child, but I will remember the other man the announcer mentioned - the one who lost all four of his children, had to dig each out of the mudslide, and walked for miles to take each to be buried.
Lord, I thank you immensely for everything I have. I can't do much for these people of tragic circumstances, but I can pray for them and I promise to do that faithfully.

Christmas Gifts & The Tree Is Up! (no pics yet)

First of all, there are no pictures of the tree yet, but believe me, it is beautiful! Imagine a pink frosted tree with white lights and ornaments in all shades of pink with some blue accents. I was going to set it on the lovely baby afghan I bought from my friend Twyla, but I have had occasion to give that afghan as a baby gift and I used another pink, blue, and white crocheted blanket I had. Meredith has a pretty handsewn stocking bought from Etsy that is made of vintage materials - matches the tree perfectly! My daughter and I just finished it tonight. Meredith has a few cute red ornaments given to her that I have placed on our regular Christmas tree.
Most of these things above were made by BLMs for Meredith. There are two pictures of her Christmas Treasure Bean painted by Casey. There is no charge for the picture, and you can choose to buy the pebble and "bring it home", as she calls it. I have two pebbles painted by her that I have brought home.

The Name in the Stars was done by a mother named Amanda. I have had it for a while, but I saved it for Christmas because it reminds me of the Star that revealed where the Christ Child lay. The angels picture is a copy of a vintage Christmas card that was shared by a blogger.

My sweet friend Caroline made the red picture with the little Morehead angels on it. I have always loved the art of the Moreheads, especially their angels. Caroline has four children and two little children awaiting her in Heaven. she is a wonderful mother to all her children.

The cute bell was made by Trena, another sweet friend. Trena has two daughters and sadly watched her twin sons fly home to Jesus just a few months ago. Trena is making the best of the situation and is trying to look forward. I know how hard that can be.

A sweet lady on Facebook made the blue star for me. I feel so fortunate to have these gifts for Meredith and also want to thank the bloggers who have free images to share. That is a gift within itself. I hope someone takes a picture of the Christmas tree for me - soon!

Merry Christmas!

Loving an Adult Rainbow Child

I am very proud of my three Rainbows - a boy and twin girls. They are such wonderful children. Yes, like all children and parents we may have differences of opinions on some issues, but we agree to disagree and go on with our close relationships.
Last night, we were invited to our son's house to celebrate hubby's birthday. DIL cooked a great meal and the grandchildren made Christmas crafts after dinner. The house was decorated inside and out for Christmas and a fire was roaring in the fireplace.
But when we arrived and my 32 year old son met us at the car, he reached in and hugged me, and I had to cry. It felt like I was propelled back into time and was holding his long 8 pound, 10 ounce, frame for the first time once again. It felt like his body melded into my arms like it did when he was an infant. I told him again how he had soothed my heart after Meredith died. No, he did not take her place, but he filled a huge void.
Every day, I thank God for the children He sent to me - a son and three daughters, one of whom lives with the Lord Himself. Thank you Lord for my three precious Rainbows.