ABOUT KAREN (from her Blog): I am a beloved child of God, happily married to the man God meant just for me. Together we have 9 children and a life rich in Blessings. I know who I am in this life but to my tremendous delight I also know whose I am. I have heard the Lord’s call to be totally devoted in service to Him and am always discerning how He can best use me. The answer is that He’s using me right where I am, as a mother and as a wife, as a bereaved parent. I am His.
Bill and I lost our 4-year-old son, Michael, in 2008 to an aggressive brain tumor. Since that time I have been, and continue to be, moved by the spirit to write.
On March 2, 2013 our oldest daughter Anna was tragically killed when her SUV slid through an intersection and was struck by a Centro bus. I have no idea what God’s plans for me include, I can only say with Faith the words Jesus said, “I have come to do your will, my God.”
I hope to share the gospel in a way that is obedient to the teachings of the Catholic Church and gives glory and honor to the Trinity in all ways. My family will be the subject of most of my writings because they teach me lessons about faith and love every single day.
So I write, in the name of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. Yours in Christ, Karen Pullano
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Ph 4:7)
Truly, this is what happened for me. It was beyond my ability to understand or reason; it just overcame me. My trust and faith were totally in God, not medicine, or doctors, or any treatments of this world, and God guarded me.
Still, after Michael died, when people would ask me how I was surviving that loss, I really didn’t know. They could not imagine such a thing, and as it was for them, for me, the thought of losing any of my other children was terrifying and unspeakable. Even though I had gone through it and am still ‘going through it,’ I could never have imagined facing that fear again. I had put my trust in God, and was rewarded with Peace and Joy from deep within; He was helping me Trust Him more in every other area of my life, so there was plenty of “fruit.” Surely He would never ask me to face the unthinkable — again.
And then the unthinkable happened again… Losing Anna was terrible, but something amazing has happened. Where I had been an utter slave to fear, God has now freed me. Where my trust had been mostly in Him, it is now solely in Him. By allowing Anna’s death, He has allowed me the opportunity to see and understand what Trusting Him truly means. If I had to lose another child, or every single one of them, I trust in Jesus. When I am asked now how I can go through such losses, I no longer wonder the same thing. I no longer fear that it would be unbearable. God will guard me no matter what life brings. I know that. I know that. It’s liberating. Death has truly lost its sting.
“But when this perishable will have put on the imperishable, and this mortal will have put on immortality, then will come about the saying that is written, “Death is swallowed up in victory. “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” (1 Cor 15:55)
I didn’t get that before, but I get it now. God did not just help me through two especially difficult and tragic deaths. He helped me to know Him so intimately that death has no hold of fear over me. What we think of as death and loss, I now think of as gain and hope.
It’s kind of like the difference between giving a man a fish and teaching a man to fish. He didn’t accomplish this work in me completely from losing my sweet little Mikey. That little boy so precious to me, like all of my children, a piece of my heart and soul, was ripped out of my grasp and I was forced to experience detachment. Losing Anna has forced me to more fully understand detachment. As I trust more deeply in Christ and Love Him more fully, my earthly self is elevated to Heavenly Joys. It’s the strange and difficult call we have as Christians to be in this world, but not of this world. We are called to love and to love deeply and yet be detached from it all. I think that Loving is precisely how we learn to be detached. It is Perfect Love that accomplishes this; the Love of God that comes in, and through, and with Christ. When we truly have Christ, everything else pales in comparison. The things of this world fade away.
I can tell myself all day long that my children have never belonged to me. That is a bit of a comfort and of course very true, but I think that it is in loving them selflessly and truly that the balance is found. I want for them Eternity. Simple. I want them to be in Eternity with their God, more than I want them to be here with me. I love them that much. I love God that much. Yet I know that my love is very far from perfect. I pray constantly to love more and to love better.
“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” (1 Jn 4:18)
This doesn’t mean that nothing scares me or hurts me. It does hurt to face days without my children here, but that doesn’t mean that I want them back. I have to keep myself in check all the time when my kids walk out my door.
What if they get hurt?, I ask myself.
Well, what if they do? I trust in Jesus.
What if they get assaulted? Or taken? Or in another accident? I sure don’t want that to happen, and will do everything I can to avoid or prevent it, but ultimately I trust in Jesus. I trust wholeheartedly and completely that if God were to allow any of these things, it is for a sure and certain purpose with the ultimate goal of eternity. I love Him enough to Trust Him with my children.
No one wants difficult circumstances or hardships in life. No one wants that bone to be re-broken. I think that’s very human. We seek pleasures and comforts when, very often, it is sacrifice and difficulties that are good for us. Picture the image of Mary standing before the cross — silently. Didn’t she want to cry out? Or beg, plead, and scream? Imagine her pain at seeing her son tortured. Instead she was silent and accepted the cross — the literal cross happening before her very eyes — of her own son. There is wisdom there. Lent is a beautiful time in our church calendar to practice this. Practice being uncomfortable and sacrificing. Our crosses are good for us.
Christ-followers know and understand that the way to Hope and Joy and Love, and Happiness and Fulfillment and All that we truly Seek, is the way of the cross.
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (Jn 16:33)
Karen and I out enjoying lunch.
She is truly an inspiration and I feel blessed.
Love and blessings, Wendy C. May God bless all of you! You are like family to me...I send my love and prayers!
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