27 Mar Momspiration Monday // Lorna’s Story
On January 2, 1993, Jimmy and I promised to love each other “til death do us part.” We had a fabulous wedding where we declared that Christ would be the center of our marriage, and it was good!
We flourished as newly weds based on our love and that declaration. We moved to Houston away from family and friends to get our degrees. This was before email and cell phones, so we had to learn to rely on each other and God. It was challenging, and it was good!
With a stroke of God fortune, we were able to move back to Central Texas after our time in Houston. Jimmy began practicing law and I began teaching. We were both enjoying our careers, and I began thinking that I wanted a baby. It took Jimmy a little longer to get the itch, but he finally agreed, and we declared that we were ready to start a family. It was an exciting time, and it was good!
Our first son, Ryan, was born in April of 1999. He was a perfect baby. He slept well, ate well, and filled our hearts with so much love. Our friends who already had babies, claimed that it wasn’t fair that Ryan was so easy, and we just smiled and held tight to our new treasure. We declared that Ryan belonged to God, and it was good!
Our second child, Rhett, was born in July of 2000. He was a nine pound bundle of joy. Rhett was such a cuddle bear with dimples and blue eyes that melted our hearts. We became “Hering party of 4”, and we declared that Rhett belonged to God, and it was good!
In 2003, we added the final touch to our family and brought home baby number three. This baby came home in pink and instantly became our princess. Mara was so loved, protected and “picked on” by her two older brothers. She was beautiful in every way. We knew that our family was complete. We declared that Mara belonged to God, and it was good!
For twelve years we rocked along to the rhythm of a fairy tale. I stayed home for several years and kept our sweet kids before returning to teaching. We declared our love for the Lord and walked in faith and favor as we watched the kids grow and prosper. Jimmy’s law practice flourished, and I loved teaching. We bought land and built the house of our dreams. We loved and supported each other. We took family vacations, prayed together, sang together, laughed together, ate dinner together, hung out together, and enjoyed holidays together. Christmas was our favorite! Actually, TOGETHER was our favorite. We watched Ryan, Rhett, and Mara each develop individual personalities that glorified God. Oh how they loved each other! We enjoyed watching them play sports, build friendships, get baptized, make pledges for purity, and excel in school. Each child brought something magnificent and unique to our party of five, and we declared that life was good!
And then, on December 28th of 2015, just three days after Christmas, our world was shattered.
Our precious fifteen year old son, Rhett, was killed instantly at the end of our driveway in a Polaris accident. There was no warning. There was no second chance. There was no miracle. He was declared dead at the scene, and it was NOT good.
In an instant, everything changed. We knew we could not base our hope on the fleeting things this world had to offer. We grabbed for a foundation to stand on because we were falling, so we decided to stand on our declarations. We knew we had a strong marriage based on love. We knew each of our children and our home belonged to God. We knew theses things in our hearts because we had believed them, lived them, DECLARED them!
But, nothing prepares a mother’s heart for this type of loss. I was completely devastated. The events of that day are forever carved in my broken heart. As our son was transported to the funeral home and people piled into our house, we were in total shock. I couldn’t believe that my best one, blonde haired, blue-eyed sweetheart boy was gone forever. It was surreal, and it was all I could do to breathe. That night when we finally decided we had to get some rest, the four remaining members of our once perfect “party of five” gathered in our room. Through tears and disbelief, Jimmy declared that he did not know how we would survive, but we would find a way and do it together. It was a declaration based on faith, and we knew we would need God to make it good.
This last year has been a deep journey of grief for our family. Losing Rhett Jett has forever changed us all. I longed to hug Rhett, to kiss him, to hear his sweet voice. I wanted desperately to do his laundry and fold his clothes. I wanted to cook for him and set his place at the dinner table. I wanted to take him to and pick him up from games and practices. I wanted to help Jimmy erase the vision of laying with Rhett in the road and begging for a miracle. I wanted to fix Ryan and Mara’s broken hearts. They were so young and ill prepared to bury their brother and best friend. My mind struggled with the sudden permanence of Rhett’s absence.
I wrestled with the “why”, the bitterness and the unfairness of my loss. How was I supposed to live when I had buried a child? How could Rhett really have an obituary, a grave? Why do other mothers get to see their children grow up and go to prom, graduate, go to college, get married, have children? I hurt to the core of my being, and I cried out to the Lord. I knew that this God I had always declared to love was the only thing that could possibly hold me together. I needed Him to declare His love for me in a big and tangible way.
And, He did.
God was faithful to make good on His promise to never leave us.
He surrounded us with beautiful people who loved us well.
He held us close and carried us through the darkness.
He provided us the assurance that Rhett was happy and in heaven.
He touched us with the peace that passes all understanding… and that felt good.
So, I declare…
that I will praise God even when it hurts,
that I will trust God’s plan even when I don’t understand,
that I am thankful to be Rhett’s mother even though I had to give him back too soon,
that heaven is absolutely real even though we can’t see it, and
that God was, is, and will remain the center of our marriage, our home, and our lives.
You see, the declarations mattered, long before we knew how much we would need them.
They were etched on our souls. They were real and they were important. They were the cornerstones that kept us grounded in Christ. They are the foundations that God will use to heal this mother’s heart.
Therefore, even in my brokenness, I can declare that God is good!
Lorna is a wife, a mother, a Nanny, a teacher, a writer/blogger, and a Child of God living in McGregor, TX. She grew up in Robinson, TX with an amazing family and graduated from the University of Houston with a degree in Psychology and English. She has been married to her high school sweetheart for 24 years. As the editor of the new blog, , her ultimate goal is to be used by God as a writer and a speaker. She’s still absolutely heartbroken at losing her son, Rhett, and sees the world from a whole new perspective since he was killed in a Polaris accident. She’s ready for Jesus to come…but will wait for His timing.
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