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Blessed, Blessed . . . Blessed: The Untold Story of Our Family's Fight to Love Hard, Stay Strong, and Keep the Faith When Life Can't Be Fixed
Blessed, Blessed . . . Blessed: The Untold Story of Our Family's Fight to Love Hard, Stay Strong, and Keep the Faith When Life Can't Be Fixed
Blessed, Blessed . . . Blessed: The Untold Story of Our Family's Fight to Love Hard, Stay Strong, and Keep the Faith When Life Can't Be Fixed
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Blessed, Blessed . . . Blessed: The Untold Story of Our Family's Fight to Love Hard, Stay Strong, and Keep the Faith When Life Can't Be Fixed

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Missy Robertson knew that marrying duck-hunting family man Jase Robertson would be an adventure . . . and she was up to the challenge. Their life together was good (even after Jase grew the beard). They had two children, worked hard to help build the thriving Duck Commander business, and loved and served God.

But after a difficult and risky pregnancy, their daughter, Mia, was born with a cleft palate—a serious condition requiring multiple cranial and facial surgeries. As their baby struggled to breathe, and Missy and Jase faced a life that suddenly looked very different than the one they’d planned, they found themselves staring down one of life’s biggest questions: Where is God in all this pain?

This is the Robertsons’ story. It’s for anyone scared and overwhelmed by a problem they can’t fix; anyone lost and searching for a way through. You’ll meet the young girl Mia who captured A&E’s Duck Dynasty viewers’ hearts, and learn how Missy and Jase have raised her and their sons to be faithful, confident, and secure in who they are. You’ll be inspired by how the Robertson family stuck by each other through the hardest times. And you’ll discover that God’s blessings are bigger than you ever dreamed—and there when you need them the most.
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Release dateOct 6, 2015
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Blessed, Blessed . . . Blessed: The Untold Story of Our Family's Fight to Love Hard, Stay Strong, and Keep the Faith When Life Can't Be Fixed
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Missy Robertson

Missy Robertson, author Blessed, Blessed...Blessed and co-author of The Women of Duck Commander with Miss Kay and her sisters-in-law, is one of the stars of the reality TV show Duck Dynasty. Missy and her husband, Jase, founded the Mia Moo Fund. In 2016, Missy launched a new jewelry line, Laminin by Missy Robertson, providing jobs for women in the West Monroe area who are in need of work. Through her websites www.missyrobertson.com and www.laminindesigns.com, Missy keeps her fans up-to-date on the jewelry line and offers weekly devotions to help encourage people to pursue a personal relationship with God.

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    Missy and Jase came from different backgrounds, but God had a plan to join them together one day and start a family. Little did Missy know what a rude she was in store for. Being from a big family, Jase was often surrounded by brothers, cousins, parents and whoever else just happened to be around. Missy's life was a little quieter until the day she became Mrs. Jase Robertson. Through the very successful television show, "Duck Dynasty" their privates lives were a thing of the past.

    They had two sons named, Reed and Cole and a daughter named Mia. When Jase and Missy heard the news that their daughter was born with a cleft palate, they wondered where was God . The journey they were about to start was one they weren't sure they were equipped to handle. The seriousness of their daughter's condition would test their faith , bring tears to their eyes , but be determined to get the best care they could for their daughter.

    The surgeries Mia has endured is one that would find her drawing strength from her own faith and from her family and church that prayed diligently for her. Missy describes in details the many surgeries Mia has gone through and the aftercare that brought her to tears at times. It is hard to watch your child as she is wheeled to surgery and you are left standing there feeling helpless. The care Mia required after each surgery was hard but Missy and Jase did it with a sense of hope that each surgery would bring Mia closer to a total healing.

    As Missy explains in the book, it is "crucial to have a support system." Their family has stood strong and held them up when they felt at their weakest. Mia is a young lady filled with joy and a testimony that she shares which has people standing to their feet as she bravely talks about her condition . She has never let anything stop her and is an encouragement to many. The book is a powerful testimony of a young girl who has overcome many obstacles with a smile that lights up a room and a heart filled with love. Her faith is unshakeable and her parents have grown stronger as a family during the many surgeries Mia has had.

    Jase defines blessed as "reflecting joy that comes from a divine origin." They know they are blessed and speak at events to encourage other parents who have a child experiencing a difficult condition. Their words bring hope, peace and assurance that they are not alone . Missy said the most important lesson she learned was the truth of Deuteronomy 31:8, " Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord will personally go ahead of you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you."

    I received a copy of this book from Tyndale House Publishers for an honest review

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Blessed, Blessed . . . Blessed - Missy Robertson

Introduction

I GREW UP WANTING to make a difference for God. For as long as I can remember, something inside of me has longed for Him to use me in a significant way. For many years, it didn’t seem like it would happen. Then, in a completely unexpected turn of events, two situations began to weave themselves into everything else in my life. God orchestrated and combined those two things in a way that has given my husband, Jase, and me a platform and a level of visibility in the public eye we never, ever imagined we would have. Not in our wildest dreams.

The first event happened in the summer of 2003. I was pregnant and scheduled for an ultrasound at thirty-one weeks. It was truly a family affair, with our two young sons, Reed and Cole; my mother-in-law, best known as Miss Kay Robertson from the television show Duck Dynasty; and my sisters-in-law Lisa and Jessica with me. Jase wasn’t there in person, but I knew he was there in spirit and would share in the excitement later when he saw the video.

We were all eager to see the new baby in amazing detail on the monitor, but a few minutes into the procedure, the ultrasound technician’s expression signaled that there was a serious problem. She was a friend, and I knew her well enough to read the look of concern and sadness on her face. When she left to find the doctor, Miss Kay quickly whisked Reed and Cole out of the room.

Minutes later, when the doctor came in and checked the ultrasound, she broke the news that our unborn daughter had a cleft lip. I knew that was not good, but I did not realize how that one moment would put me and my family on a journey we had never imagined. A journey of faith, a journey of prayer, a journey that has sometimes been anxious, stressful, and painful, but one that has strengthened us and taught us lessons we never would have known without it.

Jase and I had already been blessed with two healthy boys without special needs, but there wasn’t any doubt that Mia was a blessing, too, even when we learned that her condition was more complex than what was originally seen in the ultrasound. Yes, we were truly blessed, blessed . . . blessed with three children, each of them a unique gift to us from God.

Mia’s condition has allowed us access to a community of people dealing with childhood medical challenges, a whole new world we never before knew existed, but one we are glad God allowed us to discover. We have met some of the most amazing people, especially patients and families also dealing with cleft. At times, those people have been lifelines and support systems for us, and at other times, we have been able to provide them with the resources and encouragement they need.

And personally, for Jase and me, we have learned to understand each other and work together as husband and wife in ways many couples never have to think about. That is a blessing all its own, adding to the deep level of power and strength shown to us by extended family and Christian friends.

If all we experienced were the many people we have met as a result of Mia’s journey and the relationships we have developed along the way, we certainly would have felt blessed. That would have been enough. But God had more than that in mind. Back in the day, we would have laughed our heads off over the idea that our family would ever be on television, but God knew He would shine a spotlight on us, and one way Jase and I would use that visibility would be to bring attention to what Mia was going through. This way we could help other families walking the same journey that is now so familiar to us.

The second development that put me in the unexpected position to be used by God in the way I had longed for since childhood was Duck Dynasty. Trust me, I don’t know if anyone in the Robertson family, except Jase’s brother Willie, would ever have come up with the idea of putting our family on television. In our minds, we have always been normal people doing our best to love God, love each other, and raise our children well. Those commitments have shaped Jase’s and my lives since we first met. Had we been able to do those three things in complete obscurity, we would have been perfectly happy.

When the idea of a television show surfaced, Jase and I viewed it as a chance to go public with our faith. We were not swept away by the ideas of fame and fortune. For us, fame never was important. And fortune? We were people who lived within our means already and practiced great discipline in our finances. By the time Duck Dynasty came along, we had lived frugally for years, and while the idea of having more money, and the freedom and opportunities that come with it, sounded nice, it was not something we got especially excited about. We were fine with or without a television show. We determined early on that we would not allow any of the trappings that come with being celebrities to change our values, shift our priorities, or cause us to try to become people we are not. We knew we would find certain things easier to do once our level of income increased, and that has been true. But overall, I think anyone who knew Jase and me fifteen years ago would quickly say that the essence of who we are and the fundamentals of what we believe have not changed.

Aside from being a lot of fun and providing amazing opportunities for our family, Duck Dynasty has given Jase and me public personas we would never have had without a television show, allowing us to raise awareness of Mia’s condition and how much it affects others. We can empathize with anyone who is struggling with a medical situation, or any kind of significant challenge, to help them put everything in perspective.

Many times, parents find a childhood medical condition completely overwhelming. Almost before they know it, that illness or injury can take over the parents’ marriage and the life of the entire family. When this happens, everyone suffers.

One reason I wanted to write this book is to help families navigate through their difficulties, rather than having the challenges take charge and rule the family. Another reason I wanted to share our story is to encourage people facing any type of trouble in life that there is always hope, that the burden you think you can’t bear is already in God’s hands.

As any reader will see in the following pages, Jase and I have endured more sadness and difficulty than many people realize. Through every circumstance, we have leaned on our faith, and we have found God to be completely trustworthy and faithful. We know what it’s like to hear bad news. We know how it feels to pray that God will do one thing in a situation, only to realize He has done something else. We know how easily each member of a family can be thrown off balance by one person’s challenges, and we are well acquainted with the financial strain of a major medical situation.

Whether you find yourself reading this book out of curiosity because you are a fan of our show, out of desperation because you, too, have a child with special needs, or for some reason in between, I’m glad you picked it up. I hope our story will strengthen your faith, encourage you to keep trusting God with your impossible burden no matter how bleak things appear, and remind you that prayer really does make a difference. I have made every effort to tell our story with as much transparency and honesty as possible. You’ll quickly see that everything has not been easy for us, as I’m sure it has not been easy for you. But in the end, as you walk with God, I pray that despite the challenges you face, you will view your life as I view mine: blessed.

1: Blessed Beginnings

THE ULTRASOUND ROOM was abuzz with happy anticipation as the technician, a former coworker of mine, prepared for the scan. As the image of our daughter’s face became clear on the screen, we were ooh-ing and aah-ing and commenting on how cute her little cheeks were. Then the adults in the room grew quiet.

Does her nose look smushed to you? I asked the technician.

She simply said, I need to get the doctor.

This wouldn’t be the first and only time that we would be seeing doctors on Mia’s behalf. Little did Jase and I know that a whole new chapter of our lives was about to unfold. Thankfully, we had come a long way from our very start, a memorable Christmas in 1988.

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I did not have to say a word.

The look on my face communicated everything to Jase Robertson when he presented me with my Christmas gift in 1988. It was a potted plant, not even a very big one or some exotic species, just an ordinary plant in a plain clay pot. Since I could not hide my confusion, I stared at him with a look that clearly said, "Are you kidding me?"

Sensing that I was not exactly pleased with this present, Jase could hardly restrain himself from grinning as he told me to dig around in the dirt. As I dug, I found a small box covered in felt (and dirt). I knew immediately that it was a jewelry box but had no idea that the box held a beautiful engagement ring! Once again, the look on my face communicated everything I wanted to say, which was great, because I was so excited and surprised I could not speak.

Jase looked at me and proposed in his unique way, not gushing about how much he loved me and tenderly asking for my hand in marriage. He simply said with complete confidence, Well, you’re gonna marry me, aren’t ya?

Too thrilled and shocked to say very much, I managed to answer yes, and that was the beginning of a commitment the two of us still hold and treasure to this day, one that now includes our two amazing sons, Reed and Cole, and our remarkable daughter, Mia. We have a wonderful life together, but it did not just happen to us. Since the very beginning, when Jase and I first met, we have had challenges to overcome. We are still facing challenges, and with God’s grace and help, we are still overcoming them.

Apples and Oranges

The differences between Jase and me were obvious from the start. For one thing, he had already graduated from high school by the time we met, while I still had two years left. Beyond that, our backgrounds had almost nothing in common, except that we were both committed Christians and had both been raised in West Monroe, Louisiana.

Jase was the second son born to Phil and Kay Robertson, whose tumultuous early years of marriage are well known. Jase grew up having to take care of himself in many ways or under the watchful eye and caring hand of his older brother, Alan. I was born in Lubbock, Texas, but my family moved to West Monroe when I was six months old. My father was a preacher, and my mother was a music teacher. My childhood was as stable and structured as Jase’s was unsettled and unstructured.

By the time Jase’s family got established in rural West Monroe after living in Arkansas and in a couple of small towns in Louisiana, he was surrounded by three brothers; a host of aunts, uncles, cousins; and his paternal grandparents, Granny and Pa, who lived in a little house on Phil and Miss Kay’s property. The Robertsons were accustomed to big family meals, large holiday celebrations, and having lots of people around. Phil and Miss Kay have always had an open-door policy in their home, eager to feed someone, clothe someone, or give someone a place to sleep. Many times, Jase walked out of his bedroom to find a stranger sleeping on the sofa, and he hardly ever walked out his front door without running into a relative.

I, on the other hand, grew up with one brother, and with no grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins nearby. When we wanted to visit family, we had to travel out of town, which we could do only once or twice a year. My mother’s parents often invited missionaries or traveling preachers to stay at their house, but my father’s family kept to themselves and did not welcome outsiders into their home. When my parents married, they basically followed my paternal grandparents’ example, and we rarely had guests for meals or an overnight visit.

Every Saturday, my brother and I helped our parents with household chores, such as dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning. My dad often said, Cleanliness is next to godliness, and after meeting Jase, I quickly realized that the Robertson family did not regard this proverb as highly as my family did.

I remember one Saturday when Jase called me and asked if we could go out that night. I told him I’d like to but I had to dust first.

Dust? he asked. What does that mean?

You know, dust the furniture.

Silence.

Like, take a rag, spray Pledge onto the furniture, and wipe it clean.

Yes, I actually had to explain to Jase that the word dust could be used as a verb as well as a noun.

Obviously, the Robertsons’ open door and relaxed, unstructured ways were completely foreign to me, but I liked them.

I went to a private Christian school. Jase went to public school. As a teenager, I liked spending weekends with friends or going to ballgames. Jase wanted to spend his weekends outdoors and was happy as long as his activities included a fishing pole or a shotgun. My family bought ingredients for our meals at the grocery store. Jase’s family had two primary ways of providing dinner for themselves: They either caught it or shot it, then skinned it and dressed it. My family lived in a well-kept house with a paved driveway in a suburban neighborhood. Jase’s family lived in the country, and everyone parked their cars in the front yard.

When Jase and I first started dating, I had no idea how little crossover existed between the ways we grew up. All I knew was that he was very good looking, he was serious about his faith, and he had a self-possessed, self-confident quality that I had not seen in other guys. He was not interested in impressing anyone, including me. He was so comfortable and secure in who he was that I knew right away what you see is what you get. He was determined to be true to God and true to himself. I understood that about him soon after we met, and I liked it.

Jase wanted to make sure I understood something else about him. When we reached a point in our relationship where we knew we could become serious about each other, he said to me, "You need to know something about me. I hunt every day of duck season. I will not give that up. Are you prepared for that?"

Okay, I said. If this relationship goes where I think it might go, I will not complain about your duck hunting every day of duck season. But in return, I want you to agree to send our children to OCS. OCS stands for Ouachita Christian School, the school I attended growing up. My parents had helped found the school, and my mother had taught music there. I had such a wonderful experience at that school, and being able to provide that same opportunity for my children was important to me. Jase agreed, so we had a deal.

I Had No Idea

Exactly what it means for a man to go duck hunting every day of the season may need some explanation. Duck season can last up to about three months, but it does not open and close on the same days every year. Some states also have a break in the season for about two weeks; that break is called the split. When the split occurs in one state, ducks can still be hunted in other states. When Jase said he hunted every day of duck season, that meant he could be away from home for a couple of weeks at a time.

During duck season, his alarm clock goes off sometime between 3:00 and 4:00 every morning. He typically stays in the duck blind for hours—all day if necessary—to get the allowed limit of ducks per day. When we were dating, and for most of our marriage, the Robertsons’ family business, Duck Commander, operated out of Phil and Kay’s house, so Jase went there to make duck calls once he finished hunting. I hardly ever saw him during daylight hours.

I had to come to understand that while some people hunt for fun or recreation, Robertson men hunt for a living. Duck hunting is not a hobby in our family; it’s a big part of our livelihood. For years, our family survived solely off the sales of the annual Duck Commander hunting videos. If the ducks were not flying over West Monroe, Phil and Jase had to find them somewhere else in order to make that video to support our families. The Robertsons hunted long before Duck Dynasty ever entered anyone’s mind, and they will be hunting long after the show finishes its run. Hunting is not optional for Jase; it’s part of who he is. Sometimes that means he operates without enough sleep. That wears on a person—and on his wife and family.

Phil and Jase hunt more than anyone else in the family and take hunting more seriously than the others, so Miss Kay totally understands how I feel once duck season starts. She has said more than once, I sure hope I don’t die during duck season because none of the men in the family would come to my funeral! I have to say, she has good reason to be concerned.

One day during the early years of our marriage, before cell phones, Jase left for his usual day of hunting and filming with Phil. Our routine was that Jase would usually either call me when he got back to his parents’ house or have Miss Kay call me to tell me he was on his way home. This communication became a lifeline for me—knowing that my husband was okay and that another day of duck season was behind us. On that particular day, Phil had returned home in the early afternoon without Jase, eaten lunch, and was taking his nap, which I learned when I talked to Miss Kay. She assured me she would call me when Jase arrived.

By late afternoon, I still had not heard from

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