Attitude of Gratitude: For a Friend

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

For a Friend

Shiloh brought us many miracles. One of them is the acquaintance of a family named the Knickerbockers.

Amanda and Peter Knickerbocker welcomed their darling daughter into this world at the ripe ole' age of 24 weeks. Like us, they live a distance from the NICU where their little princess has been fighting for her life for months now. This week marks the original due date and they are enduring yet another set back that delays bringing precious Charlotte home. This little girl has beat all of the odds--can we help them over this latest speed bump?

As much as we need your prayers, they need them more. I know you won't let me down.
Thanks.

If you would like to learn more about this amazing family click here.
Then go count your many blessings.

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On the eighth of June, two thousand and ten I delivered my second child at twenty-eight weeks of development, a stillborn son whom we named Shiloh. I had spent forty-seven days on bed rest, thirty-one of them at St. Joseph’s Hospital an hour and a half from our residence in Eau Claire, Wisconsin due to complications related to my placenta and the loss of my amniotic fluid. The doctors had no explanation for the unexpected death of our seemingly healthy child, attributing it later as a cord accident, a rare occurrence even in a high-risk case like mine. I am not writing this to dwell on what was lost; rather, what was gained. Shortly after I was diagnosed with the loss of my membranes at the end of April, I went on a self-induced bed rest. While on bed rest, I kept family and friends updated through daily posts on our family’s blog. What began as a means of staying in touch developed into an eighty plus day journal I entitled my Attitude of Gratitude. Taking the opportunity to daily recognize and express gratitude for the tender mercies of the Lord while Shiloh lived blessed me with the strength to endure his death. I gained a greater ability to trust the Lord, have patience through affliction, and compassion for the suffering of others. I learned for myself that the Lord does love us, that he rejoices in our triumphs, sorrows in our pain, and waits patiently for us to turn our hearts to him.

W.T. Purkiser said, “Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.”
With that, I present this memoir as a means of preserving and
sharing the precious life and lessons of my beautiful Shiloh.