Isaiah Simao

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On November 19, 2017 around 1:30 in the afternoon Isaiah Simao was bucked off of a horse he was riding on his family's ranch. After he was bucked off, he was caught up in the rope that was tied to the horse. The horse kicked and trampled him as he was dragged around the arena. Suddenly he was loosed from the rope and lay unconscious on the ground. He was immediately tended to by his grandpa and uncle. Paramedics arrived within minutes and did everything they could to bring him out of his unconscious state, but to no avail.  Isaiah was air lifted to Harborview Medical Center where doctors and nurses worked vigorously to figure out what was going on. Here is what they found and what we know so far: Isaiah is in a coma and not responsive. He has a broken shoulder, broken arm, several broken ribs, a punctured lung, a lacerated spleen, a broken pelvis, a broken leg and a broken ankle. He has extensive brain trauma near the brain stem. There is also a concern of internal bleeding. They are not sure where the internal bleeding is coming from. Not to mention numerous cuts, bruises and abrasions all over his body. His red blood cell count continues to drop and he is being given blood periodically to bring his levels back to normal. Isaiah is not breathing on his own and is on life support.  Isaiah and the Simao family would appreciate prayers for his healing during this time. Here is a message from Monty, Isaiah's father, "God is good and His goodness is in ALL things! But what you need to know is that God is also the God of all comfort.  The Lord Jesus knows as a man what it means to be broken-hearted and He is the great High Priest who knows our pain: 'Therefore, since we have such a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we profess.  For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who was tempted in every way that we are, yet was without sin.' We love Isaiah so much and yet it is such a comfort to know that God loves Him much more than we could even understand.  To know that God is sovereign and there is not one single random molecule in the entire universe that escapes His sovereign control.  That God knew that we would be here right now and it is part of His plan and governing in the affairs of men.  Sometimes we can sit there and blame ourselves but we simply aren’t important enough to blame, if that makes sense.  Who do we think we are that we would imagine that we could control or govern the affairs of our own life.  It is at moments like these that we realize how little control we have and how weak we actually are.  It is at moments like these where we cling to God, which as we’ve been learning in the book of Genesis is exactly where God wants us. 'Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.'”

The money donated through this site will go to help the Simao family cover travel costs, growing hospital fees, so that Isaiah's parents can be near him  and other unexpeceted fees and expenses that occur in traumatic times like these.
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From Celeste (Isaiah’s Mom):


Dearest family and friends,

We cannot even begin to find the words to express the overwhelming love and gratitude we feel toward each of you in your outpouring of love and support to our family. God is truly upholding each of us by His Word and His Spirit and through the heartfelt cries of His people. Thank you for weeping with us, for your continual prayers, your hugs from both near and far, and your beautiful notes of encouragement and all the ways you have reached out to meet our family's physical needs at this time.

God truly is so faithful. His grace in the moment exceeds what we can conceive in our imaginations.

"But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head." Psalm 3:3


We are in the midst of planning Isaiah's memorial service which will be held on the afternoon of Saturday, Dec. 9, here in Poulsbo at Gateway fellowship. Viewing at 1pm. Service at 2. Reception to follow.

We thank God for each one of you.

Much love,
The Simao family
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My dear friends,


How fitting that Isaiah’s first full day of glory is a day of Thanksgiving.


Yesterday afternoon, at about 4:20, with Isaiah’s sisters gathered around him, with my hand upon his head and Celeste’s head upon his chest listening to those frail heartbeats, we sang. Singing to the Lord has always been a balm for God’s people, reminding us of the great truths. We sang hymns that we knew Isaiah would have chosen, allowing him to cast his silent vote and we chose songs ourselves, songs full of the great doctrines concerning salvation and glory.


And when Isaiah’s little heart stopped beating, we were given peace.


Isaiah would need that body again but in that moment, he was no longer there, he had crossed the finish line, he had received the inheritance, who is Christ Jesus, our all in all.


And then came the journey home. We listened to songs that people had sent for our encouragement and we read things people had written to us, giving us there heartfelt cries of affection. We spoke to some dear friends as we watched the world go on around us. It was strange in a way, to leave the hospital with such a heavy heart and to hear, “I hope you guys have a happy Thanksgiving” from ferry attendants and other passersby. And yet, even now, I can say that it will be. It will be a happy Thanksgiving because our hearts are extremely thankful right now. God has been so gracious to us.


When I first got to the hospital and realized that my son might now be leaving with me, I pictured, in my mind, the passing of a baton. It had been our job to safeguard him and love him, Celeste and I were going to be handing that baton to God and then it would be His job. But as the hours wore on, I realized that we had never been the ones truly carrying the baton in the first place. Celeste and I were not the ones who were responsible for filling his lungs with air and causing his heart to beat. We put food on his plate but his body did with it as God determined. We preached the gospel to him and told him of the good news of a Savior but we did nothing to cause him to believe. The Bible describes our condition, as members of Adam’s fallen race, as “dead in sin” and only God can make the dead live. We pointed him to Christ every day but Isaiah’s understanding of the deep things of the faith and Isaiah’s ability and desire to wrestle with things “far beyond his years” were not given to him by us.


I guess what I’ve come to realize is that Isaiah had always been God’s charge, even as we ourselves are in His hands. Trust me when I say, that’s a wonderful place to be…to rest.


I don’t know how many times I’ve read that first question out of the Heidelberg Catechism but it is truly an ageless summary of everlasting comfort for weary hearts.


The question is, “What is your only comfort in life and in death?”


Listen to this incredible answer:


That I am not my own, but belong body and soul, in life and in death to my faithful Savior, Jesus Christ. He has fully paid for all my sins with his precious blood, and has set me free from the tyranny of the devil. He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven; in fact, all things must work together for my salvation. Because I belong to him, Christ, by his Holy Spirit, assures me of eternal life and makes me wholeheartedly willing and ready from now on to live for him.


If I had been there, could I have stopped the horse? Could I have kept him inside the house? Could I have been cutting his hair, which was something that I told him I had to do that day, much to his dismay?


And then I’m reminded, “He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven…”


I can ask myself “what if” questions all day long but at the end of the day, the conclusion is the same. It was Isaiah’s heavenly Father who had been holding the baton. It’s not that it wasn’t “my watch”, it’s that, ultimately, it’s never been my watch, for who can resist his will?


The tears are real. The knot in my gut is real. The numbness in all my members is real. The feeling of helplessness and inability to generate smiles or take away pain from my children…all of that is real. But they are not the greatest reality.


We decided last night that we would no longer call it, “Isaiah’s accident”, rather we will refer to it always as, “Isaiah’s adventure”. Isaiah’s adventure, like all great adventures, was not one he had set out to do that day. It met him. His adventure didn’t end in the Pediatric ICU. His adventure is ongoing and forever.

Isaiah didn’t “miss the holidays”, he’s enjoying them. We are the ones feasting on the scanty tokens while his days are now all holy days where sin no longer reigns. Isaiah is no longer in the “Shadow-Lands”.


“The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.” The Last Battle -C.S. Lewis


My friends, enjoy this Thanksgiving Day. Smile, cry, laugh, eat, and while doing so lift up grateful hearts to the King of kings who rules over the affairs of men. Turn off that football game and give genuine praise to the Father of Lights who has given us such a great salvation.


With a thankful heart,


Monty Simao
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Our dear family in Christ,

This evening, at 4:20 PM, our sweet little Isaiah left the land of the dying, to go to the land of the living. We were all with him in his last moments, holding his hand and feeling his chest, as his heart beats got further and further apart. We sang him into glory. Daddy says the angels picked up the chorus on the other side.
We were able to be with him all day, to cuddle with him in his bed, to kiss his cheek, squeeze his hand, and each have a few minutes alone with him to say our goodbyes "Until we meet again, little brother."
We are so thankful for these last days we have been able to spend with Isaiah. These have been sweet times of prayer, crying, grieving, rejoicing, and remembering. Isaiah's testimony, and the work God has done in our lives, has been used to touch at least 40,000 people (that we know about), through social media, radio, articles, friends, family, and more. Isaiah would be so happy to know that God has used his life, faith, and death to touch so many hearts for Himself
"For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth....so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth, it shall not return to me empty, but it will accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it. For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace...and it shall make a name for the Lord, an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off." (Isaiah 55).
Isaiah was so ready for heaven. God had put so much excitement in his heart - a true longing to depart and be with the Lord. "For to live is Christ, and to die is gain." (Phillipians 1:21)
C.S. Lewis describes this longing so poignantly in his book, The Problem of Pain:
"All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it - tantalizing glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your heart. But if it should really become manifest - if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the soul itself - you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say "Here are last is the thing I was made for."
Isaiah knows it now. So fully. So perfectly. So completely. There is no sinful heart separating him from the full presence of God. He is there in Christ's everlasting arms, and the glimpses has given way to the glorious picture, and the promises have been fulfilled, and the echoes have burst forth into the bountiful chorus.
"E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave."
- There is a Fountain Filled With Blood
Our hearts are broken, but not crushed. Confused, but not without hope. Suffering, but not forsaken. Struck down, but not destroyed. (2 Corinthians 4:8-9).
It is hard to go home, and not have him running through the house, practicing his karate kicks on the living room floor. I keep counting him in for meals. I dished him out some soup today before I even knew what I was doing. But beautifully, heart-wrenchingly, in God's perfect grace, there is a joy beneath the sorrow and pain. There was peace in our hearts as we squeezed Isaiah's hand for the last time, and kissed his scarred forehead - fast growing cold. There was peace as we left him in the hospital bed...it did not feel like he was there any longer. The pain is great. But his joy is greater, and in Him, our joy is found.
One of Isaiah's favorite books was Pilgrim's Progress. Maya says that they were talking the other day about the last few chapters, when Christian crosses the river to the Celestial City. "Then they waded into the water, and upon entering, Christian began to sink. He cried out to his good friend Hopeful, saying, “I am sinking in deep waters; the billows are going over my head, all his waves go over me! Selah.”
Then Hopeful said, “Be of good cheer, my brother. I feel the bottom, and it is good.”
In the story, one man tries to row across the boat and he gets rejected at the gate. Isaiah said, "Yes, death is not so easy that you can row across it, but when you get to the other side, it is all worth it."
We are so blessed to know that this is not how the story ends. That there is a day of triumph coming, when death shall die and there shall be no more tears. When we shall rise again and see our sweet Isaiah, and join together once again, in song before our Lord.
"The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body....Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. or the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: 'Death has been swallowed up in victory.'" 1 Corinthians 15:42-44, 51-54
Amen and Amen. Come quickly, thou Lord Jesus. Maranatha. Rest in His peace, little brother.

Christ, the Sure and Steady Anchor
Christ the sure and steady anchor, in the fury of the storm;
When the winds of doubt blow through me, and my sails have all been torn.
In the suffering, in the sorrow, when my sinking hopes are few;
I will hold fast to the anchor. It shall never be removed.
Christ the sure and stead anchor, while the tempest rages on;
When temptation claims the battle, and it seems the night has won,
Deeper still then goes the anchor, though I justly stand accused;
I will hold fast to the anchor. I shall never be removed.
Christ the sure and steady anchor, through the floods of unbelief;
Hopeless, somehow, O my soul, now lift your eyes to Calvary.
This my blast of assurance, see His love forever proved.
I will hold fast to the anchor. It shall never be removed.
Christ the sure and steady anchor, as we face the wave of death;
When these trials give way to glory as we draw our final breath.
We will cross that great horizon, clouds behind and life secure;
And the calm will be the better for the storms that we endure.

Thank you all for your great love and prayers. Christ is mighty to save.
In His bountiful mercies, abundant peace, and glorious promises,
Sydney for the Simao Family
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Today at around 4:20 pm Isaiah left the land of the dying and went to the land of the living. He was surrounded by his mother and father and all of his sisters. They held him and sang him into glory.

“He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth, for the Lord has spoken.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭25:8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

... “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.”
‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭15:54-58‬ ‭ESV‬‬
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