9.5 Weeks That Changed My Life

Ten years ago today (01.28.2009-01.28.2019), we stepped into the doctors office filled with immense sorrow and great hope for the future.

Exactly a week before that visit, my sweet husband’s mother entered into Heaven’s gate. She was only 67 years old.

I remember that day well. I was pregnant, 9 weeks and caring for our two little ones while my husband was at the hospital with his siblings. The call came, it was 8:35 pm “I was reading in Psalms about entering heaven and Mom entered” my husband spoke quietly.

We lost greatly that day and in the tomorrow’s that followed, but heaven gained richness filled in a woman called Marguerite Ann.

That was Tuesday, January 20, 2009.

A day and a half later, I noticed some spotting. As the next days continued our concerns grew. We made the phone call. Being 7 hours away, Mom’s viewing and funeral that Friday and Saturday, we stayed. In silence between ourselves and God, we did a lot of praying, watching, resting, and giving it to the Lord in the midst of loss, dealing with extended family, and grief.

As we sat in that office (01.28.2009) we still clung to life. By this time, the spotting was lessening. Hoping against odds we never expected to hear the next words…

“There is no baby.”

“Wait. What?
What did you just say?
How can that possibly be?”

That is impossible!

  • I had felt this little one for weeks.
  • I had questioned if I was further along then we thought because of all the movements I had felt.
  • This was impossible.
  • There IS a baby!

Again, those words pierced through my soul…

“There is no baby.”

  • “Maybe you already miscarriaged, or maybe you will in the next day or two.” The words were so cold. So removed. So lifeless.

We walked out of that office with a scheduled appointment in two days.

Numb.
Shocked.
Grieving.
Filled with questions.

What took place in the following days, the Lord kept us in the palm of His protective hand.

The next day included an ER trip which we were told, “I see a sack.” Hope was restored which created more questions.

Later that evening, I did not feel well. I thought maybe a shower would help. In that process, severe pain struck my body like a torpedo exploding into a battle ship. The hit was so powerful that it paralyzed me. The struggle to breathe was intensive and my body turned into a board.

We called for a sitter.

By the time we left the house for the ER, my body had calm down enough that I was able to walk out of the house. When I took that first step down off the porch my body released itself from it’s grip and I was covered in blood, and my breathing became much easier. Later we found out why this happened.

The trip to the ER we spent in prayer giving our little one to the Lord and our lives into His hands. Praying for a miracle. Praying for strength to accept His will. Praying what words could not express or speak, but Jesus Christ was our advocate and we knew it.

We saw a cold, lifeless, removed doctor turn into a compassionate, caring, patient man because of Jesus Christ. They took every concern or every care we had for our baby, for my life, and doubled, tripled checked on our behalf. For this we are incredibly thankful for.

  • Through a exploratory surgery (01.29.2009), it was discovered that I had an ectopic pregnancy. My right fallopian tube ruptured sending blood all throughout the inside of my body causing the severe paralyzing pain and inability to breathe. We take comfort that by this time, our little one was already safe in the arms of Jesus.
  • Our little one spent almost 10 earthly weeks with us. Some find it hard to believe, we don’t question God’s time.
  • We thank the Lord for every week we had with baby Woodruff #3. God has given me the blessings of feeling, not sight, with this little one. For weeks, our little one was alive, alert, and very active in my right fallopian tube; this gift was from the Lord, a treasure I cherish.

Today, and for the past ten years now, our little one walks on streets of gold because of Jesus Christ! The assurance of eternal life through Jesus Christ is a priceless, gracious, and merciful gift from our Lord. The hope we have in Him, that one glories day we shall see Christ, our child, Mom, and others –heaven is sweeter!

God is the author of life.

We were told that if we didn’t conceive within the next year are chances for future children would drop to 12%.

A year and eight months later, we were with child with baby #4. This didn’t come without fears or learning to trust God with this child. Her name means, “God has answered” because her two older sisters prayed every night for “a baby in Mama’s belly” for a year and eight months…and GOD ANSWERED!!

  • God hears.
  • God answers…in His time.
  • God hears the broken hearted.
  • God comforts & heals the grieving soul.
  • God never forsakes His own.

In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}

a Tribute to My Mom

I think of my Mother today.

January 10th marks 65 years on this earth for her. She has been through a whirlwind of trials and joys, blessings and sorrows throughout her sixty-five years, but it hasn’t been until the past two that I personally have seen the woman that she is.

Sure, I know my mom. I could tell you funny-crazy stories of growing up in our house. I could share with you when she wasn’t happy with me when I disappointed her, or when she cried with me, when she taught me how to cook or make monkey bread, or when she protected me from the world or certain people, or when she called me by my nickname in the middle of church as a teenager, or when she…the list goes on.

But over the past two years, though it hasn’t been easy by a long shot, Mom has shone the brightest when it has been the darkest for her. You see, the love of her earthly-life, my Dad, passed away unexpectedly, suddenly one evening while serving his Lord and Savior. No one knew God was longing for his return home and on July 30, 2016, God said, “Come home, Claude.”

Whether you know it or not, you will; life is a vapor (James 4:14).

  • At times, it is still hard to comprehend the reality of the milliseconds of life that occurred — here, on Earth, then standing face to face with Jesus Christ.
  • I don’t claim to get it, as a family though, we live it.

(Dad & Mom: the pics just shows you their love for one another)

Dad was 64 years, 1 months and 3 days old. Today, I rejoice that Mom is 65 years, 0 months, and 0 days! I am thankful she is here, but even more, I am proud of my Mom.

I know she has had some mighty tough days, made some pretty hard decisions, cried many nights to sleep; but she has also chosen to remain in Christ.

She didn’t then nor does she know as to why Dad passed away, other than it was his God-time. But she made a choice: a choice to cling. Cling to Christ, not to self, to people, or things, but to God’s loving control for her whether she understood Him completely or not.

I have seen her walk with Christ, talk with Christ, and allowed Him to fill, strengthen, carry, uplift, hold, soothe, triumph, comfort, and win battles for her. And if that isn’t enough, in her pain, she helps others walk through their valley.

Death, no, for Dad lives. Sure we had other plans, but because we have hope, eternal life, have we a glorious reunion awaiting.

So Mom, this is really for you. Don’t cry. It is like Proverbs 31:28 says, “Her children rise up, and call her blessed. Thank you for putting Christ first even when nothing made sense and when it did make sense. Thank you for trusting Christ first before your own self and resting, then waiting in Him even when it took humanly –way too long. Your example shines as the candles on your cake today! 😊

Happy 65th Birthday!

We love you!

In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}

Psalm 116:15 | Is It Death?

Today, bound by time, we celebrate my Dad’s Heavenly promotion to Glory. On Saturday, July 30, 2016 Dad saw his Savior face to face for the first time. We can only imagine, he saw!

We experience 2 years –sometimes seeming forever, sometimes seeming like yesterday, yet for Dad it’s been Glory. Glory just to walk with Him. Glory just to bow before His Maker, Glory just to give praise, Glory just to honor Him, Glory just to serve Him, Glory just to adore Him, Glory just to live with Him. Glory!

We can only imagine, He is living it!

Time is nothing in heaven, it has no hold, no influence, no bond, nothing. It’s a different story here on Earth, doesn’t it?! Time has a real affect.

For me, through deaths we have experienced, time and Glory have grown sweeter.

  • Sweeter in its power of understanding. We have such a short time here on Earth and I must be serious about what God’s will is for me and therefore, accomplish it — period!
  • Sweeter in its purpose. There is no greater purpose in my life than to please, obey, love, serve my Lord, none! My life is for His service, not my own!
  • Sweeter in its plan. This goes along with purpose but focused on God. It’s God’s plan, not mine! See, God is not stupid. To think we have fooled God or gotten one over on God is just plan foolishness. To think, as the creation we are better than the Creator, we are wrong. We deceive ourselves. God is Truth, not our opinion.
  • Sweeter in its place. Heaven is my home, not here. Heaven is where my Savior is and that is where I long to go –when my time on Earth is completed. Heaven is also sweeter because those I love who are with my Savior, are with their Savior.

This is my Dad.

  • Avid woodworker, fisherman, traveler, genealogist, hockey goalie, and Philadelphia Flyers fan. Faithful follower and humble servant of Christ. After his salvation, he grew in his faith and love for the Lord. Attended seminary classes and faithfully served in two churches.
  • One moment Dad was serving the Lord the next he was face to face with his Lord.
  • Love & Miss you Dad! Thankful in Christ we are SAVED, HOPEFUL, EMPOWERED!

Claude Ronaldo Proulx, 64, of Mount Aetna (USA) died on Saturday, July 30, 2016 serving the Lord. Born on June 28, 1952 in Brownsburg, Quebec, Canada.

In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}

It Is Not Death to Die

It is not death to die
To leave this weary road
And join the saints who dwell on high
Who’ve found their home with God
It is not death to close
The eyes long dimmed by tears
And wake in joy before Your throne
Delivered from our fears

(CHORUS) O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die

It is not death to fling
Aside this earthly dust
And rise with strong and noble wing
To live among the just
It is not death to hear
The key unlock the door
That sets us free from mortal years
To praise You evermore

Original words by Henri Malan (1787-1864). Translated by George Bethune (1847). Music, Chorus and alt. words by Bob Kauflin. © 2008 Integrity’s Praise! Music/Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI). Sovereign Grace Music, a division of Sovereign Grace Churches. All rights reserved. Administrated worldwide at http://www.CapitolCMGPublishing.com, excluding the UK which is adm. by Integrity Music, part of the David C Cook family. http://www.SovereignGraceMusic.org


In loving memory of a dear friend and brother in Christ who met his Savior face to face this week. Thank you Ray Carter for being a walking testimony and example of Christ. You were refreshing, funny, encouraging, supporting, wise, and a joy to be with. Thank you friend for walking the walk. Selfishly we desire to have you still here, but we know it is not goodbye but “see you soon” because of the love of Jesus Christ on the cross of Calvary. So thankful for His love and hope we have in Him. It was a beautiful day of rejoicing! Til we meet again brother.


In Christ I am SHE {Saved. Hopeful. Empowered.}