Worldly Wisdom

I was reading my devotional when I came across this verse today.

"For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God's sight."
~Corinthians 3:19

Wow!
As a person with a profound hearing loss, there is much that
I miss out on. And, then there is much that I choose to ignore.
Sometimes, it's both. I miss it, and I don't care.
In today's society, it would seem that everyone should take 
notice and care about the latest gossip. 
What is the name of Tom Cruise's most recent wife?
Who is Taylor Swift really singing about in her most recent hit song?
What is the latest fashion style that is sashaying down the runway?
I honestly don't care.

But, people would have me think otherwise. 
I've been gawked at because I wasn't familiar with a hot name in Hollywood,
I've been laughed at when I didn't know what certain sexually explicit 
urban slang meant, and they were stunned when I confessed that I 
never watch daytime soap operas. 

But in my opinion, It. Doesn't. Matter.

Yes, I should probably watch the World News, but we don't 
have cable, and when the World News is available, my family and I
are sitting around our table, eating dinner together. 
Most of the events that occur today, the events that make it into the news,
will likely be forgotten within a few days. Only to be replaced with 
the next string of shocking headliners. But, my children will have 
memories of what happened as we ate around the dining room table 
every single night. And, in my book, that is most important.   

I used to feel awkward and guilty for not keeping up with the latest gossip. 
But, after reading today's verse, I see now that I am not the fool. 
The foolish ones are the people who mock me for not keeping up 
with the latest celebrity headlines and who believe that wisdom 
lies in knowing the latest gossip. 

Hope & A Future

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord,
"plans to prosper you and not to harm you, 
plans to give you hope and a future".     Jeremiah 29:11

Wow! It is a brand new year! How exciting! 
My own heart overflows with hope and excitement!
I was so excited for this year to finally arrive. I could hardly wait.
It took two full years to travel through the valley of grief, but I have finally 
made it to the other side. It felt like a two year trek through winter. 
And now, even though, when I look out my window, I see snow covering
the ground, it feels like spring has already sprung. Because it has sprung.....
inside my heart.  

I have been deeply entrenched in prayer and in God's word for the past week or so. 
I have also been reading a wonderful book called, "Hinds Feet on High Places".
Through prayer and this book, He has shown me much. I am amazed at how 
easy it is to become a slave and prisoner to fear, worry, bitterness, resentment, 
anger, and envy. My most constant companions were Worry and Fear. They nearly
paralyzed me. They weighed me down, like heavy chains and shackles around 
my arms and legs. I was a prisoner inside a cell where I held the key!
I allowed Fear and Worry to become my companions! I made them my 
companions. I could hardly believe this once I first realized it. So, this week, 
I was busy deep in prayer, asking God to set me free, to release me from 
the grip of Worry and Fear. And, wow! What a difference! I feel so free! 
But, I am aware that I will need to keep my eyes open. Because they may 
come back again. Or worse, Pride could find me. 

So, now that the grief is over, and I've thrown off the chains of fear
and worry, Hope, Peace, and Joy are beginning to grow inside my heart.
And, it feels awesome! After a very long, spiritual dreary winter, I have finally
reached the springtime in my heart! And, I am very excited to see what 
God will provide as each new day unfolds. Because He has plans to prosper
me, plans to give me hope and a future. That is pretty amazing! 

Dear Heavenly Father, 
I ask that You continue to open my eyes, my mind, and my heart wide
to receive your wisdom and understanding. Please help me to keep my
gaze fixated on You. And, remind me to not allow worry and fear to take
hold of me. That I do not need to allow them to become my companions.
Thank-you, Shepherd, for walking with me through this life. 
In Jesus' name I pray, Amen. 

A New Christmas Year

Most people wait until New Year's Day to make 
their New Year's Resolutions. They consider January 1st
to be the beginning of the new year. But, over the past 
few years, I have come to feel that Christmas Day is actually 
a better beginning for the new year.

Around Christmas, I make apologies to those I've offended, 
I forgive those who need forgiving (I don't point this out to the
person, I do it consciously for myself), and I ask forgiveness
from those I hurt. In doing this, I hope to take care of, and 
leave behind, old burdens, hurts, and offenses before Christmas, 
so that I, and the ones I had offended, can wake up Christmas 
morning with a clear conscious and a full heart.  

It isn't New Year's Day alone that feels like a brand new fresh start, 
but actually Christmas Day. This day we celebrate because a child
came down from Heaven, so that, as a man, he could serve his sole 
purpose of dying on a cross for our salvation. This seems, in my opinion,
a far better reason to celebrate a new year rather then just because 
it's time to start another calender.

I don't really have too many New Year's resolutions. I just want to 
be a better person then last year, love my family more, lose my 
temper less, don't take my family for granted, and to help another 
in need when we see it. I'd also like to be less stubborn, and to be 
able to keep my heart open more to God's calling. That pretty much 
sums it up. Sure, I could afford to lose a few pounds (Ok, I really 
need to lose quite a few pounds), but I don't think that is the most 
important thing right now. I think that having a relationship with 
Christ and growing closer to becoming the human being that God 
created me to be, are most important.

Sure, I'm looking forward to January first; it is a brand new year.
Just like a brand new gift, with each day individually wrapped.
But, Christmas is our true gift. It offers real hope. A clean slate.
A new beginning. Another chance. And, for this I am very grateful.
Because if it weren't for this, I'd be utterly lost.

I hope you all have a beautiful Christmas, and a New Year
overflowing with new blessings.   


  

Being a diamond inside a square

I was driving home today.
I have taken the same route over a hundred times.
I was in between towns when I noticed the fields on
both sides of the road. The fields were harvested 
months ago. There are only sticks left over from 
the corn harvest poking up out of the black dirt. 
Sometimes, I'll catch a beautiful view of the colors
of a sunset during my drive. But, today, I only 
noticed the fields. 

Today, I saw a patchwork of squares. Uniform. 
Their colors were brown, black, and some yellow. 
The dirt is dry. It looked barren. And, it seemed 
to match the spirit and attitude of this place 
where I live.

This place seems spiritually desolate and dry. Dead. 
New people and new growth are discouraged here. 
And, it is uniformed. Just how they want it. 
And just as the fields all look the same, so are 
the people. Conformity. They do not want 
creativity here. They do not want new life 
breathed into this place. This place is dying.
And people come here to die. 

We were judged before they even met us. 
Did we look different? No. 
Did we talk different? No. 
Did we act different? No. 
But, we were. We are different. We are different
because we don't have family roots here that span 
at least three generations. That is why they 
used any judgement to ignore us. Even if it was the 
smallest reason they could find.

And, because this place lacks beauty, I realized,
it is also the reason why I lack creativity and 
inspiration. My creativity has been squelched. And my 
spirituality drained.  

I have searched high and low for God in this place. 
But, I don't often find him outside of my four walls.
I searched for Him in churches of a couple 
different denominations. But, I did not really 
see Him anywhere. People are polite. In a cold, 
impersonal kind of way. But, they do not 
act Christ-like. Not even in church. They exercise 
their right not to get close to us even in a holy place.  

We are diamonds trying to fit into a square. 
I tried. I wanted to fit into the square. 
I wanted this place to work for us. Call me
naive, but I thought that it would be like Mayberry.
But, instead, it turned out to be more like the 
town of Bomont in the hit 80's movie, Footloose. 

So, our house has been up for sale for half the year.
And, I'm ready to go. I want to move someplace that 
has a lot of color. A place where everyone doesn't 
look and think alike. I want to go to a place that 
has beautiful things to see. Both natural and man-made. 
I want to go where I can express my desire to help 
others, and actually be able to help someone. I want 
to go where all shapes are welcome, and where 
creativity can flourish. Where kindness takes 
precedence over conformity.

I do not think that the people here are wrong.
They belong here. This is where they fit.
This is where their families have fit for over three 
generations. We have only been here for seven years, 
and I don't have the kind of time needed to earn 
their acceptance. I can't wait three generations 
before I finally make a friend.

So, for us, it means that it is time to go. It is time 
to find a new place to call home. A place that will 
inspire, refresh and replenish. A place that will 
breathe new hope and life into our souls. A place 
where we can search, find, and see God once again.
We need the beginning of a new journey.  

Finally Sailing

My last post was about walking away from all the things that were rightfully mine, 
but that I highly doubt that I'll ever see again. I handed that burden over to God. 
And, He gave me freedom and peace right away. 

But, a few days have passed since then, and I already see more blessings. 
When I first began this blog, I wrote a piece called Flip Flops in Heaven.
And, I just ordered myself a flip flop pendant necklace. 
I bought it because it is a way to keep my mom and God close to my heart. 
Plus, I figure if I can't have what is rightfully mine, then I'll create things 
that remind me of my mom. Things that can never be taken away 
by the widower.

Now, if I could only get over this last hurdle.
For two years, I've been aching to move. 
I actually don't like my house anymore. 
It depresses me.

What was a blessing at first, has now become a painful burden.
The blessing was the last time I ever saw my mom alive in 
my own home. The last memory I have of her was when she was 
sitting on my couch, holding my children close to her so that my husband could
take a picture of all of them together. This was a blessing because I could 
relive the memory as often as I needed in order to grieve and heal. 

But, now it it just feels like a curse. 
I am stuck because the grief is largely over, and I cannot move on with
this new chapter in my life. I'm still in the same house. I can't bring myself 
to paint my living room walls because it is just as it looked when 
she last visited. I hate the color. It's beige. The color reminds me of 
the paste that the funeral had put on her face before the real 
make-up was applied.

Furthermore, an agent told us that beige is a neutral color and a good selling point.
I don't want to put a lot of money into repainting since I really just want to move.
I know that everything is in God's timing though.. 

The first step in the right direction was letting go of the stuff and 
buying the necklace.  But, now I'd really like to take a leap! 
I'd like our house to sell, and to start my life again somewhere else. 

In a previous post, I discussed feeling like I was stuck in a boat, and 
going nowhere. Well, now I think I wasn't going anywhere because my
burdens were acting as an anchor. Now that I've gotten rid of the anchor, 
I can feel the boat slowly beginning to sail. But if I could sell our house,
I think I'd really be able to gain some distance. 

I've let go, dumping stuff out of my boat. Out of my life. 
Hopefully, I'll be able to get moving now. 
There will always be problems in life. 
But, I don't think that we have to let them become burdens if 
we give them up to God. Sometimes, we've been carrying a 
burden for so long though, that we don't even realize it until we
finally put it down. 

I've put them down, right at the foot of the cross. 
And I'm ready to sail!  

Letting Go For The Last Time

With grief, there are steps that must be taken.
Part of my process involved giving up many things.

First, it was giving up my mom in physical form.
Accepting that I'd never see or hear her again.

It was walking away from her ashes (at the time) because
the widower wouldn't bury them, even though he was on
the prowl all too soon for a new replacement wife.

It was walking away from having a relationship with 
the widower because he didn't want a genuine relationship
with me; he only wanted to use me.

Then, it was giving up the "Stuff". 
The "Stuff" were things that rightfully belong to me.

The Stuff consisted of items that she had gotten while 
she was still married to my father.  Things that I had 
given to her. Things I had made for her as a child 
before the widower was ever even in our lives. 
And, things my children had made for her.

I carried the hope of getting that Stuff for two years.
But, eventually, hope turned into a burden. But, I carried 
it because the Stuff was the last of what I had of her.
I didn't want to let the stuff go. Yet, I really didn't have 
any of it at all. I only had an illusion.

I had created my own prison. I was inside, the door was
locked, but I also held the key to let myself out.

If I could just touch and hold the Stuff, then somehow, 
I could hold her, hold her memory. 

But recently, I heard God say, "Let it go."
I asked Him, "Let what go, Lord?"
And, He answered, "Let it all go. Let go of the Christmas Stuff.
Let go of the hope of getting it back someday. Let go of your pride."

I thought long and hard about what I heard.
It would mean walking away from the very things that I wanted most.
It would mean humbling myself. 
It would mean putting my faith in God above what I wanted most.
It would hurt so much. 
But, I trust God more.
I came to a decision. 

I told God, "Alright. I'm standing at the foot of the cross, 
and I'm putting it at your feet. All of it. I'm opening my 
hand and my heart and letting it all go. I trust that 
you will give me something better in exchange."

And, He did. He gave me freedom and peace.
By letting the stuff go, I had let go of the burden.
This meant that the stuff didn't control me.
And, it meant that the widower didn't have power over me either.
He couldn't hurt me anymore with the stuff.
God had set me free.

Do I still think that the stuff is rightfully mine? Yes.
But, it's only truly mine if God gives it to me. 
If He doesn't, then it's not meant to be.
I don't feel angry about it anymore.
It's in God's hands now.
I may never see the stuff again, but God gave me something better. 
He gave me freedom and peace.

Last Time

It was on December 10, 2010.
It was a Friday. 
Late afternoon.
It was the last time that I ever talked to her.
She had called me on her cell phone to tell me that she was
on her way home from the hospital..... again. 
That they had stabilized her. 
Given her some more blood. 
(She had leukemia.)

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home
from the hospital."
"Alright."
"I love you", she said. 
"I love you too, Mom". 
"You promise me that you'll never forget how much I love you?", she asked.
I chuckle, "I promise. You know I won't forget."
"I'll let you go; I'm on my cell phone.", she said.
"Alright, Mom. I love you."
"I love you too, Sweetheart".  
"Bye."
"Good-bye, Honey."
And, she was gone.

It's December 11, 2010.
My family and I went out shopping for Christmas presents. 
I even went into a store to buy something for her.
A mug, with encouraging words on it. 
A devotional, to help her on her journey to recovery.

We knew we wanted to get back home before late because 
a winter storm was due to blow in early evening. 
We got home. And, that's when I heard the phone message.
She was back in the hospital. And, she wasn't doing well. 

The phone rang, "You need to get up here". 
We threw some clothes in a bag as quickly as we could.
And jumped back on the road.
He drove like crazy the whole way there. 
A winter storm right behind us.
But, what we didn't know, was that she had passed away 
after we'd only been on the road for ten minutes.
We still had seven hours to go.

The whole way, I kept praying that she would hold on til I got there.
The whole way I kept asking God to wait.
The whole way, I just prayed and prayed.

It's December 12, 2010
Seven hours later,  we ask what room she is in, and we're 
told to go on another floor. That they'll tell us when we get up there.
He already knew. 
It's 3:30 in the morning.
Up an elevator, around a corner.
I race down the hall. 
I'm scanning the patients as I look for a nurse.
I find the nurse.
Then, she told me. 
"She died". 
Just like that. 
I felt like I had been shot. 
I begin to collapse to the floor, but he catches me.
He holds me up. 
I still can't stand.
He asks me, "Do you want to sit down?"
I nod, "Yes".
And, I just slide, my back against a wall, down to the floor. 

I just sit there, sobbing. 
In shock. 
How could this be?
How could she be gone? 
I was supposed to be there by her side.
But I couldn't make it. 

They lead me to a room. 
A woman comes in to comfort me.
I don't know her. She is staff. 
Then, the widower comes in with his family. 
We're all crying. 
She's gone. 
I still just sit there, in stunned silence.
Still I asked, "How can she be gone?" 
She was there my entire life. 
I ask a nurse, "What happened?!" 
He calmly explained to me that the team did the
best that they could. 
If they did their "best", wouldn't she still be alive?
But, I know that isn't true. 
They did do their best. 
But, they are not God. 

I just sit there for a long while. 
Silent. 
Finally, they tell me that we need to go.
I don't want to. 
I want to stay.
Stay where she breathed her last breath.
But, I can't. 
I have to go.

So, I walk out of the hospital.
It's still night. 
It's still black outside. 
The dark sky seems to match my grief.

A few days later, I begin my search for an outfit for the funeral.
All the damn Christmas lights. 
Why were they so bright? 
They just seemed to mock my pain. 
The Christmas music. 
Singing so joyously over the store speakers.
It made me cringe. 
It was too happy in the store.
I wanted to yell, "Why are all of you so damn happy?!"
"There is nothing to be happy about!" 
But, I didn't. 
I just turned off my hearing aids to block out the sound. 


I get through the funeral.
I get through Christmas.
But, I'm numb through it all.
Then, on January 1st, I return home for the first time
since that night we left to drive to the hospital. 
For the first time it all sinks in. 
She is gone. 
She is gone. 
She is gone. 

And then, it all begins. 
My life.
My life without her.
Putting the pieces back together.
Only, they can't be put back how they were.
They have to be rearranged. 
And so, for two years, I let God build and rebuild my heart.
Piece by piece.
Day by day.
He puts it back together.
But, it isn't as it once was. 
There is a hole where she used to be. 
But, the hole is there to remind me of her.
All that she meant to me. And, all that she still means to me.
I'll never stop loving her.
And, as I promised her, I'll never forget how much she loved me.