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A White Rose for Jonathon has been published! Click on
the "Order Book" link at the left to order your copy now.
the "Order Book" link at the left to order your copy now.
A White Rose for Jonathon, both the book and the website, came into existence to
minister to those in crisis. When tragedy arises and there is no hope to be found, it is
then that God Himself is desiring that you seek His face, without reservation. It does
not matter to God how you found yourself in whatever situation you are in. His love is
mighty and unconditional and covers every sin, every hope, and every need. His love
is big enough.
minister to those in crisis. When tragedy arises and there is no hope to be found, it is
then that God Himself is desiring that you seek His face, without reservation. It does
not matter to God how you found yourself in whatever situation you are in. His love is
mighty and unconditional and covers every sin, every hope, and every need. His love
is big enough.
| FROM THE FOREWORD In the beginning of this book there should be a warning: "emotional turmoil ahead." A White Rose for Jonathon is a roller coaster ride of frustration, faith, despair, hope, anger, love, and victory. In short, it is a miracle story. Here is not only the miracle of life despite overwhelming odds, but also the miracle of a baby boy's will to live, and of his mother's love. There are miracles of modern technology and the skills of talented medical experts. But behind and through it all is the miracle of God's love for us all. Angie has a great way of pulling us into her life. Even now, I cry when I re-read how she tried to crawl into the incubator with Jon. My temples throb again with anger when I re-hear the cold words of the obstetrician or re-visualize Jon's feeding pump standing out on the street. Thankfully, I also get to celebrate over and over again when I read how Jon opened his left eyelid at the sound of my whistling. |
"A White Rose" is a snapshot of a very short period in our lives, mainly between April and November of 2000. Thinking back
on it, time itself seemed to stretch out and I felt like we would be stuck in the valley of darkness forever. This was when we felt
abandoned by God even though He was really with us the whole time. Our "week in hell" started May 1st when the OB broke
the news to us and ended May 7th when we went from prone to standing in our church sanctuary.
on it, time itself seemed to stretch out and I felt like we would be stuck in the valley of darkness forever. This was when we felt
abandoned by God even though He was really with us the whole time. Our "week in hell" started May 1st when the OB broke
the news to us and ended May 7th when we went from prone to standing in our church sanctuary.
What strikes me hardest about that week was my total loss of control. Not only over the baby's outcome but also over Angie's
slipping away into a hell of her own. Imagine my despair seeing my true love, really my soul mate, drifting away from me. In an
effort to comfort the dying fetus, she withdrew farther and deeper into herself, actually conforming herself into a fetal position.
And I was powerless to change that. That is my take on things. Here is Angie's:
"We would sit in the rocking chair, where I could see Jonathon on the tape and feel him at the same time. I would pray heart. As
I stroked my belly, getting just as close to my Jonathon as I could, I would sing to him, "Over and under, around through and
through, the love from my heart covers you." Nothing could express my profound anguish, nothing could take my pain away. I
could not heal Jonathon, but I could love him.
My mother-in-law gave me wise words of advice. She told me just to keep on loving him like any other baby. I couldn't shut
myself off emotionally anyway.
My favorite lullaby for Jonathon was "Oh What Dreams." To me it conveyed everything I wanted to share with Jonathon. It
also expressed all the things that would continue even if he went to heaven. It gave me a feeling of soothing peace, as if Jonathon
could be a part of all these things no matter what. Whether he watched these things from heaven or earth, Jonathon would
always be with me."
slipping away into a hell of her own. Imagine my despair seeing my true love, really my soul mate, drifting away from me. In an
effort to comfort the dying fetus, she withdrew farther and deeper into herself, actually conforming herself into a fetal position.
And I was powerless to change that. That is my take on things. Here is Angie's:
"We would sit in the rocking chair, where I could see Jonathon on the tape and feel him at the same time. I would pray heart. As
I stroked my belly, getting just as close to my Jonathon as I could, I would sing to him, "Over and under, around through and
through, the love from my heart covers you." Nothing could express my profound anguish, nothing could take my pain away. I
could not heal Jonathon, but I could love him.
My mother-in-law gave me wise words of advice. She told me just to keep on loving him like any other baby. I couldn't shut
myself off emotionally anyway.
My favorite lullaby for Jonathon was "Oh What Dreams." To me it conveyed everything I wanted to share with Jonathon. It
also expressed all the things that would continue even if he went to heaven. It gave me a feeling of soothing peace, as if Jonathon
could be a part of all these things no matter what. Whether he watched these things from heaven or earth, Jonathon would
always be with me."
I think the overall message of this book would be that God's presence is made manifest through His spirit AND through those
who love us. This is the true body of Christ. I do not need to name names again, you know who you are! Thank-you and God
bless you just as God blessed us with your presence. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you all.
-Mike
who love us. This is the true body of Christ. I do not need to name names again, you know who you are! Thank-you and God
bless you just as God blessed us with your presence. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you all.
-Mike
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