"This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior, all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior, all the day long..."¨
It was January 1, 1997 that begun a nightmare that will never end... A day that my family, Pastor, church family, Cyndy's doctors will never forget-- the next few days until she was finally laid to rest had left loads of questions and memories that were deep enough that a military tank could be driven through... That day was a blur with all the instant decisions that had to be made in preparations for January 4, 1997 the day Cyndy was laid to rest.
An era in time that I wish could be erased-- But, as I reflected back, the memories of Cyndy flashing back of when I was carrying her, giving birth and the 11 short years she walked this earth brought memories I really don't want to remove from my intellect. I will treasure those memoirs of Cyndy for the remainder of my life...memories of yesteryear that I will hold close to my heart...
If I could have only gone back and had left Cyndy on the couch where Mark and I were down stairs watching and waiting for the new year be ushered in-- while Cyndy unknowingly in her bed with two of her siblings, was going home to meet her Creator, Lord. ...Christ, the one who went to the cross for her... could I have cheated God? ...Could I had intervened and had stopped the seizure? Would she have been still with us today? ...Could something have been done to stop her from going home?
Be ready with a box of tissues-- you will be reading a true story of how God used Cyndy to touch lives, while she was on this earth. Countless of instances are being told by different ones of how she personally moved people you wouldn't have thought she would move and still be moving them closer to God 12 years after she went to glory. You will see the specialness of this little girl that had various struggles that she took in stride, never complained, when she was dished lemons she made lemonade. Cyndy felt like she was no different then anybody else. She would look beyond her peers faults. Her child-like faith was what helped her through her battles where she had been on the blink of death and beyond.
If I could receive a letter from Cyndy, I know partly what she would tell me. She would want me to know that she is not suffering now. She is seizure free. Life in Heaven is beautiful. Cyndy would want us to know she is praying for us even though she is not here, she is with us in spirit. We can't see her, touch, or hear her but if we close our eyes and listen, we would see her and hear her. The memories of yesterday will always be with us. Those memories will put the smile back on our faces when we have become blue from missing her. The laughter, the clapping of hands the blowing of kisses still freshly replayed in our minds, in a distance still echoes.
What has helped us (family, Church, Pastor and church family and her doctors, especially Dr. White) get through these years that have passed? Our faith in God will be seen through out this story. Our tears of sorrow our tears of happiness will come and go but nothing can take the memories of Cyndy from us.
The most beautiful thing is that Cyndy still testifies even thou she is in the grave... As Dr. White and Pastor Bender and Mark and I work to perfect this book we are able to recollect recollections of the comical things Cyndy has done to all of us some point in time. We share tears of sorrow to tears of joy over many hours of combing over data that one day becomes a book to the glory of God.
The song "Blessed Assurance" by Fanny Crosby couldn't have been better said. As once was said to me by Dr. White-- stop, look and listen to the words of the song think about what the song really means..With Jesus we have the assurance that we will be peacefully cared for on this earth and will one day rest in the beautiful joy of being with Christ forever. This song is Cyndy's life.. her beliefs of what life was here on earth and her afterlife. A breathtaking picture of Christ.
What if Cyndy never entered this cruel world? ...What if Christ didn't come from the splendor of Heaven and shed His precious blood for us? ...Where will we be today? Would we be watching and waiting looking up for Christ to call us to glory where there is no pain or sorrow? Would we care about each other? Would we stop and look at the testimony of a profoundly handicapped child to see there is a God that loves us? ...Would we be able to see that we can take our lives and make the best of it with out thinking that we should have been dealt a better hand? Cyndy didn't care that she was dealt a hand of adversary-- she trusted her Heavenly Father to bring her through the valley shadow of death. The final moment of Cyndy's life, the last time we saw her... before the casket was being close forever. The reality and the sting of death setting in was very painful for a mother, father, siblings, grandparents, young Pastor about to preach his first child's funeral, church family doctors that had grown close to a patient with the weight of a heavy hearts carrying this special child to her final resting place...
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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