Just Once
By Rhonda Lucas
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Just one time forever changed.
Just one more touch, hug... one more, "Mom, I love you."
Just one touch from Jesus and hope is given.
A real story of what
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Just Once - Rhonda Lucas
Just
Once
Rhonda Lucas
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Dedication
Where do I begin when it comes to dedicating this book?
I will start with the beginning of my journey. It is to my mom, my prayer warrior, the one who brought life to me on October 3, 1967, and taught me to live when life brings death and find hope in the midst. I love you.
My Matt, my best friend in marriage for almost thirty-one years. I know God joined us together; there is no one on this earth who makes me laugh as you do. I trust your love, your love for Jesus and your family. I will never forget the picture in my mind as you lay flat on your face on the grave of our son, as you wept before God to give us strength. You haven’t wavered for one moment; you continue to give all glory to God; you walk with a brokenness that’s beautiful.
My girl Sharon Mackenzie, my only girl, I am honored to have had the privilege to raise you. You carry poise, grace, and compassion. You’ve allowed this sorrow to build and strengthen character in you. I love you…
My baby boy, Micah Seth, you were born strong, you remain strong. You completed us, you have brought peace, joy, and our hearts are full of gratitude for who you are. Never ever stop hugging me. I love you…
My family all over this world, I thank you. When you received the sad news you were here, you know what role you’ve played in our journey, and I am forever grateful. I never wanted you to have to share this pain with me, but you stepped in and helped to carry the sorrow. Forever grateful.
My friends, the ones who call and ask how I am, who wept with me and for me, and still continue to do so, Thank you.
Caleb’s Cup Visionaries, Joe Fitzpatrick, and Ben Houston, you had the vision to see Caleb’s message of who he was live on, and because of you both, we have spread hope. You believed for us when we were not strong enough.
Casey Houston and Veronica, thank you for believing in the vision for women to gather A Time for us
together and share our stories, laugh, pray, and become a community.
And last, but not least: to my moms who have lost a piece of your heart that can’t be replaced with new memories and pictures, to the moms whom I can look in your eyes and see the tears that others cannot see. I walk with you. I weep with you. I rejoice with you. I hope with you. You may not know me personally, but if you’ve lost a child in many ways’ we know each other better than most. We can stand together with hope knowing one day we will hold them again, they will hug us, and we will hear the words, Mom, I love you
. Until then, we will pray, and we will find laughter, joy, celebrations, and love as never before, and give yourself credit for you are living out the hardest job on earth, living without your child.
And my faithful God, I end with You not because You are last but because You are the beginning and the end. I know I couldn’t in any way, shape, or form be where I am right now had it not been for the grace You have given me over and over again. I couldn’t sleep if I didn’t have the blanket of Your comfort over me, I couldn’t have hope for tomorrow if I didn’t experience Your new mercies every morning. I believe You’ve wiped my tears in the midnight hours, You’ve held me when I didn’t have the strength to stand. I Love You, Jesus.
Caleb, I will hold you again, forever, not Just Once.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Forward
Just Once
I Just Want to Be a Mom
No One Told Me There Would Be Days Like
Just Trying to Keep Up With the Jones, and I Can’t Keep Up
Let’s Just Eat Popcorn and Watch a Movie
The Day My Earth Stood Still
Just Once—One Decision and Forever Changed
Just One More Time to Hold You
Just Once—One Touch from Jesus
I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Is There Lipstick on My Teeth?
It’s Just Another New Year’s Eve
When a New Year Begins in the Middle of the Week
How Deep Is Your Love?
Vacant Spaces
Instead of Throwing Something, We Will Just GOLF
I Want to Tell You It Won’t Rain Again, but I Can’t Lie
Hormones and Happiness
He Met Me at a Place Called Pain
References
About the Author
Forward
What an honor to be able to write the forward for Just Once. It is a book we have had to live out as the husband of Rhonda and father of Caleb; it couldn’t be any closer to my heart.
You will read this book and hear from the heart of Rhonda as she navigates the most painful thing she has ever encountered—losing her first-born son Caleb.
From the absolute shock of finding out her son is no longer with us to seeing God’s hand of mercy and grace all over her. How does one deal with this kind of pain? I watched my wife as she shared and wrote it out early in this journey, and by sharing how we must find purpose in the pain
.
This statement has driven her to be completely transparent about Caleb’s death. She has been willing to share every detail so that maybe one person would hear her and that they would not make the same mistake Caleb made. The best part of this book is her vulnerability, and I believe this is why people are listening. People are seeking to find the truth and searching for what is real.
So, if this is you, find a comfortable spot and grab some tissues, and take this journey with Rhonda as she shows you that God is greater than any situation or problem. He is not offended by your tough questions.
Just Once will help you find that there is no substitute for Jesus. He is the answer, solution, cure, and antidote for all your pain and problems. He is with you always, and in her worst and most devastating moments was when she pressed into Him like never before.
Caleb, we love you. We miss you. We grieve for you, but not without HOPE. For the day will come again… indeed it will.
Just Once
I felt it for months; the title came quickly because over and over, I would say to myself, Just Once.
However, the courage, I guess you could say to start writing this raw, painful, bittersweet story, has been tough. I would start to write over and over again, get through a page, and then the pain would be so strong that I had to stop. This wasn’t an easy write. I have had to physically, emotionally, and spiritually live out this book. But we know that nothing that is birthed is easy, and that is where my story will begin.
I was born in New York, and I knew the brutal winters of New York and the hot summers until the age of ten. The first house I remember so vividly was this cute little yellow house, very quaint, almost like a storybook home. The strangest thing was, it was right across the street from a drive-in theater. These were a big deal back when I was young, and I remember looking out our front window and being able to watch the movie for free, basically. It was kind of a cool thing, and I don’t think I would really enjoy it now for fear of what would show on the screen.
We soon were able to live in another home that my dad loved so much. The last home we lived in before we moved to Georgia was on 103 acres up on a hill. It was a blue house with windows and a porch that extended the whole length of the home. My parents were pastors of a church nestled in a little town of Hornell, NY, a small quaint little town. Our church looked like one out of a movie, the tall cathedral, the older pews, and yet it was beautiful and magical to me. You could walk out, and two steps to the right was a Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) in the city of Hornell, New York, and let me tell you back then, that was the Chick-Fil-A of today, and it smelled so good. My childhood memories of running across the street after church and getting a chocolate pudding and a drumstick still make my mouth water and bring joy to me.
I remember Sundays meant long days of church in the morning, eating, and going back for the Sunday night service and many times falling asleep on the pews; these were the old school pews with no padding and cold. There weren’t padded seats and fancy lights during worship. I remember the Wednesday night services and all the events we had to go to. I remember many times sitting at hospitals while my parents visited the sick. There was something so very special about those days. I saw my parents work hard to be there for everyone; little did I know I was taking it all in, and it would one day become a part of my character. I can’t say I was always jumping for joy to have no choice to be there all the time; many times, I didn’t want to get in the car and sit for hours at a stranger’s home while they talked about Jesus the whole time. I just wanted to stay home and watch Happy Days.
When I was at home, I was outside most of the time. I was a Girl Scout and took piano lessons. We had farms, and I mean the real deal next to us, and we would get to milk the cows. Back then, this was how you got your milk. I had never heard of almond milk, cashew milk; it was downright 100 percent cows. There were chickens that I got to feed. I wasn’t the flawless pretty little girl; I had a lot of tomboy in me with a mixture of princess, and how I loved it all. I had some seriously bad haircuts; a mullet with bangs wasn’t winning me any pageant titles.
We would roam the acres and acres of land, see deer everywhere, and when winters hit, it was snow, snow, and snow. So much snow that the schools didn’t close down very often because this was a way of life for our city, even the principal who lived close by made sure we were at school and several times picked us up.
My parents were loved by so many in the town, but soon another position for a church in Decatur, Georgia, opened for my dad, and he felt it was time for a new journey. We were used to moving as we traveled in a motorhome for many years, going from church to church. We were called The Singing Parsons. I had learned at a young age to not hold too tightly to anything. I didn’t feel insecure; I was just used to letting go. The great thing I felt that when I was young was that the transition of moving was so much easier to making friends and getting involved in new activities, especially back then. I am grateful there were no social media to compare what was better and who my old friends had replaced for me. There were no social media to show me birthday parties and celebrations that I was no longer invited to. I think it was a good thing for this traveling girl.
Isn’t it crazy how there are certain things that stand out so clearly in your mind, and maybe they weren’t even the most important? I remember this transition well, our Old English Sheepdog in the moving van with my dad and brother. In the small car, it was my mom, Gina, and I barely able to move, a long drive to this place called Georgia and not one electronic or DVD player, just books to read.
We made it. I will never forget the day of pulling in on 200 Deer Run Road, Ellenwood, Georgia. I even remember the zip code. I was so excited to see our brand new cedar home, a huge oak tree in the front yard, a huge, flat yard of three acres, not many compared to what I was used to, but I could ride my bike in my driveway, it was flat and long, and everything was brand new. I was so happy. I remember how I felt the anticipation of walking into the home and smelling the brand new smell of the carpet, fresh and newly painted wood. For the first time, I was going to live in something new and not on wheels, a secure, beautiful home. I ran quickly to see the bedroom Gina and I would share. It was the coolest room, a desk built into the corner of the room with a window, arched ceilings, and a