Today, one year ago, I stood up in front of over 1000 people who gathered to remember Chase. The following is what I spoke.
If there’s one thing that Chase taught me, it’s to be bold. I’ve never liked public speaking, in fact I never even liked answering Chase’s phone when he asked me to, yet here I am. I know he’d want me to share our story.
Loving Chase was never a struggle. It was easy with him. Like it was simply meant to be. There was an ease with him from the minute we first started chatting over facebook messenger 7 years ago. I think this is largely because we let each other be fully ourselves. We never wanted or expected each other to change, and yet being together refined us — both individually and as a couple. I’ve heard it said that the purpose of marriage isn’t meant to make you happy, it’s to make you Holy — we were lucky enough to have both.
Chase truly was an incredible husband. When we got married 5 Years ago we vowed in sickness and in health and we had our fair share of sickness. On our wedding day Chase was so sick he barely remembered a thing, and he slept our entire honeymoon. We always planned to take another trip together but after 3 months of marriage we got pregnant with our first daughter, Tristen. I then became incredibly sick for those 9 long months. Not wasting any time at all, we became pregnant with our son Ethan when Tristen was just 6 months old, and again I was sick the entire pregnancy. We then waited a little bit longer and got pregnant with our 3rd babe, and second daughter, Taylor, just after Ethan turned one. Through it all – my pregnancy sickness, post baby recovery, the exhaustion of motherhood – Chase remained constant. He was patient and kind. Loving and Caring. And always selfless. He never had a problem coming in to help me with the kids, or take one with him if they were driving me up the wall, no matter how much work he still needed to do. He gladly rocked or walked them around the house in the middle of the night when they were babies so I could get a little bit of sleep. And he would surprise me with Starbucks in bed when I had a particularly exhausting night.
Chase had the ability to calm my anxiety and bring me back to reality. He could speak hard truths, but ALWAYS in LOVE. I always felt secure and loved by him. He left no room for doubt. The day before he passed he was marveling, as he often did, how we really didn’t have any BIG issues in our marriage. We heald no secrets from each other and just simply loved each other deeply, looking out for each other’s best interest. I can confidently say that I have no regrets in our relationship, no “what if’s” or “if onlys”. Especially now, looking back, there is nothing I wish we would have done or said. I am left with only joy and gratitude at the years we were blessed to spend together, raising our 3 beautiful children side by side.
Seeing the way Chase was with kids before we had our own I knew he’d be an amazing daddy. And he sure was. He would play with the kids no matter how little sleep he got, or how exhausted he was. He was a hands-on daddy who loved each of the kids so much. During the summer he’d take them swimming almost every single day – teaching them to swim and to dive and do flips. I don’t have a tonne of videos of Chase, but the ones I do have are almost all of him and the kids swimming – cheering them on, encouraging and teaching them.
He was an incredibly patient teacher with all things. Teaching ninja flips on the trampoline, how to throw a frisbee properly, how to run faster. Teaching them about the farm – how to feed the calves, about the equipment, how Jerseys are better than Holsteins, and how Fendt is far superior to John Deere. The important things in life.
I have so many amazing memories of Chase with the kids, but probably my most favourite thing was every evening after dinner Chase would take all 3 kids with him in the shower where they’d get all washed up and sing songs. It was one of our routines I loved the most – hearing them laughing and singing and often fight while I tidied up after dinner. When Taylor was done they’d all whistle for me to come and grab her, and Chase would dry off Tristen and Ethan and get them ready for bed. Sometimes Chase would even blow-dry Tristen’s hair – it was her favourite part. We’d then all pile into Ethan’s bed and sing our goodnight songs, Tristen and Ethan making up their own about butterflies and dinosaurs. We’d each take turns praying and then kiss each other goodnight. Chase, being the softy he was, would often lay with Ethan until he fell asleep. Although, it was usually Chase who fell asleep first.
On Monday, the day before Chase passed away, we started Freedom Session together, which is an healing-discipleship program which helps people uncover the roots of pain in their lives and invites Jesus Christ to heal those hurts. We were excited for where God was going to take us in this journey both individually and as a couple. One of the questions we had to answer that night was to finish the sentence, “Jesus, if You are real and if You are willing, I would like you to…” — I wrote that I’d like Jesus to “Take away my anxiety. To give me freedom and joy. That all my fears would be gone”.
On Tuesday, I was doing the Freedom Session homework for the following week, taking stock of my life. One of the questions was “what is your greatest fear in life”. I wrote, “Fear of Chase, my kids, and loved ones dying” Little did I know that night I’d be walking through my greatest fear.
And yet, I’m not afraid. I haven’t been afraid through any of this.
There’s an indescribable peace, that comes when you’re faced with your greatest fear and make it through. A peace that can only be from the Lord. I didn’t expect that God would use my husband’s sudden passing to take my fears away. It’s not how I wish it would have happened. But I trust that He knows better.
“But this I call to mind, And therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
His mercies never come to an end; They are new every morning; Great is your faithfulness”