• 15Jun

    Musings from my delayed “anniversary.”

     

    A year and a half ago I woke up early, quietly got dressed, left my children in the care of their Grandma, and made a fateful trip with my husband.  His surgery was scheduled early and we were supposed to be there an hour ahead of time and it was a 45 minute drive.  It was a brisk morning, but I don’t remember if I was wearing a coat.  I do remember pulling into the hospital parking lot, wondering where to park, making plans for moving the car later if needed, and Dan worrying about me, complaining about how much stuff I had packed into the lap top case and how heavy it was.  But the thing that stands out most in my mind was crossing the road that was in front of the hospital entrance where a thought crossed my mind out of the blue, “This could change your life.”  I pushed it aside refusing to worry about it, smiled at Dan and said, “You do know I love you, right?”  He laughed and pulled me tighter against him and we went in to face the unknown.

     

    Now the unknown is known. 

    That day definitely did change my life.  I went from living in a house that was falling down to a brand new house designed for my use.  I went from debt to a savings account.  I went from WV to PA.  I went from being insignificant to having people from all over the world praying for me.  I went from a “normal” family to a dysfunctional one-parent family.  I went from wife to widow.

    I’ve spent a lot of time today reminiscing about that time in my life.  It makes me cry.  I didn’t use to know just how much emotional pain could hurt physically, how it affects every aspect of your life, and how it can literally knock you to your knees.  But I was also innocent to how God’s grace can uphold you, how His love can sustain you, and how His loving arms can surround you.  I’ve lost a way of life that money can’t buy, or fix, or replace, but I hope I’ve gained a deeper appreciation for who my God and Savior is and what He wants to be in my life.

     

    Today as depression and loneliness eat at me I’m not sure I can say it was worth the cost, but I know that it will be in the end.  I know that God is the Alpha and Omega and that He is in control of my beginning and my end.  If I can use that stubborn streak that He blessed me with, pull myself together and force myself to continue to trust Him even during the rough times, then I know that He will work it all together for good.  My future is in His hands.

  • 22Apr

    Wow!  That was fun.  =)

    I just cleaned a lake off my kitchen floor.

    I was doing double duty and teaching Caleb(1) how to stay in his “big” bed while reading the older boys a bedtime story when I heard the dishwasher make a funny noise.  “I think I should go check that.”  I told the boys.

    I ran down the stairs and splashed right into a puddle.  “How did that get there?” I thought.  “I cleaned up from supper.  Who was playing with the water again?”  And then I realized that the ‘puddle’ was actually quite large and quite deep and getting deeper!  (Nice that I wasn’t wearing socks.)

    I hollered for the boys to come help and tried to shut off the dishwasher since it was the source of the problem but it didn’t respond.  So I raced to the basement to shut off the water down there.  I looked over into the kids play area and saw water pouring through the ceiling and I thought, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”  (Nice again that the area was fairly clean and there weren’t a whole lot of toys out and about.)

    Two locked doors later I scrambled to find the right shut off.  That accomplished I ran for my phone and called in the troops.  (Again, nice that Mom and Dad only live two houses away.)  The kids (all of them but Caleb – so much for early bedtime), armed with all the towels in the linen closet, cleaned up the mess in the basement while Mom, Dad, and I cleaned up another 10 gallons or so of water in the kitchen and tried to find the cause of the problem. (Another nice in that it did it while I was home.) 

    I knew the floor needed mopped, but I would have gotten around to it eventually!  Really!  Reminds me of the rainstorm in Pensacola that alerted us to the fact that the trailer we rented had some major holes in the roof.  What fun!  =)

    Thank you, Lord, for the minimum amount of damage (praying that the stuff we can’t see will dry quickly without problems).  Thank you for the cheerful help.  Thank you for the quick cleanup.  And thank you for the troops and their willingness to pitch in even though they were ready for bed. 

    Nice to know that You are there to help all the time.

  • 14Apr

    Had a special day on Sunday for our Pastor.  It brought in a lot of guests.  Many of them were people I hadn’t seen for years.  Some were kids that I grew up with.  Only they weren’t kids any more.  In some ways it felt like a high school reunion.  I spent a lot of time chasing kids, of course, but I did get the chance to chat with a few people and do some catching up.

    I was caught off guard by some things.  I looked around at one point and noted that everyone my age was married with kids.  Not real surprising since that is the way it works.  Just made me miss Dan I guess.  And then I watched one young Daddy pick up his little boy and hold him while we sang a song and I just cried.  Dan should be doing that with his little boys and girls.

    One day we will have a reunion too and there won’t be anything to cry about then!

  • 08Apr

    My Archive list (bottom left hand side) is getting longer. 

    Can it be that much time has gone  by already?

    I miss you, Dan.

  • 07Apr

    Baby Shower Devotional — rough draft 2

     

    When they first asked me to speak tonight I was quite puzzled.  Invited to the shower that made sense, but speak?  That’s the “older women’s” job.  What in the world makes ME qualified?  It didn’t take long for someone to point out my 7 children.  =)  Of course, having children doesn’t necessarily qualify you for the job and being a widow makes me feel even more inadequate.  I’m hardly a good example of family life without a husband. 

    But then there was this echo from my “long distant” past (since I must be one of the “older women” ) –“God uses us IN SPITE of ourselves” — reminding me that God can use anyone and anything.  So I guess God can use me.  And given the number of obstacles I’ve encountered while trying to get this lesson together, I’m guessing that Satan thinks God can use me, too.  So before we get started I’d like to take a minute to pray.

    Pray: thank God for this blessing we are celebrating.  Ask Him to keep Satan at bay and to open our minds to what God would have us learn this evening.

     

    Now that you are entering into the joys of motherhood it can be real easy to get lost in those delights, demands, and dirty dishes.  I want to encourage you tonight to keep your priorities straight. 

    There seems to be a faulty theory out there that the kids come first.  I worked with a man who thought that once I had children that I would become a lowly pawn in their chess game.  I told him that children might change my life but I wasn’t going to let them control my life.  That, by the way, is easier said than done. 

    I would like to remind you and myself, that even when you feel like you can’t change one more diaper, wash one more load of clothes, or pick up one more toy from that oh, so distant floor, that “this too shall pass”.  Those babies grow up.  They become toddlers who empty your cupboards and play in your toilets.  Then they become children who amaze you with their learning skills and speed.  They branch into those horrid teenage years where you find yourself in a maze of hormones blasting at you from all sides till you don’t even know which end is up (I know that because my brother is a teenager.).  And just when things even out and you think you might actually like this child again, they up and tell you they’re getting married, or they got a job in Africa, or they’re getting an apartment with a friend.  They leave.  And it’s your job to train them so that when they do leave, they are ready to face the world and to be the best witness for God that they can be.

    The kids leave.  Your husband doesn’t.  Or at least he’s not supposed to.  And “sticking it out for the kids”, while a noble goal, is a lousy attitude to have about your marriage.

    Babies are just a byproduct of marriage.  Let’s imagine a “family tree”.  Mom and Dad are the trunk.  The trunk has to be healthy in order to produce healthy fruit.  A trunk that is split can produce healthy fruit, but the whole tree isn’t as strong and it is much more susceptible to outside dangers.

    Babies are the fruit.  If you lovingly care for the tree, water it, prune it, fertilize it, protect it, then the fruit will be good (there are always exceptions).  It can be a scary thing to be responsible for the training of your children.  But ultimately you are not responsible for your children’s choices. 

    You are responsible for the health of your marriage, though.  Dan and I planned date nights.  I planned a week long Valentine celebration.  The kids and I put together a “Danny Appreciation” week where we focused on different jobs that Daddy did for us and we wanted to say thank you.  Maybe you could plan a romantic evening.  Those often don’t turn out quite like you had hoped (especially with children), but he’ll notice that you planned something even if he doesn’t say anything.  Put notes in his lunch box or suitcase.  Shower him with kisses when he walks in the door.  Listen when he talks.  Remind him regularly that he is important, that you love him, and that you appreciate the things he does.  The things that please your man will be different from the things that please her man.  Mine enjoyed talking me to sleep.  Yours might prefer a quiet cuddle.  Find out what they like and make time to enjoy your man.  Keep your marriage healthy.

    So, we know that the children aren’t supposed to be our first priority.  They leave.  But sometimes our husbands leave, too.  The trunk does split and that unified strength seems to be missing.  I think lightning struck my tree and half of the trunk is gone.  There is a weakness and susceptibility to that.  But what this really means is that our husbands really shouldn’t be our first priority either.

    The one thing I haven’t pointed out on our family tree yet is the root.  The root of the tree is where the real strength lies.  A strong root will tunnel down deep into the dirt and anchor the tree.  The root is where the tree pulls the nutrients and water from the ground.  Without the root, the tree will die.  But with a strong root, a tree can live through almost anything even a split or a lightning strike. 

    Are your roots a top priority in your life?  Are they shallow, pulling their nutrients from the world?  Or do they run deep into the Word of God, finding strength in your Creator?  Do you make time to absorb your nutrients from Bible reading and prayer?

    Don’t forget your roots.  They should be your first priority.

  • 07Mar

    Last night danger came to my home.  Subtle and quiet, friendly yet deceptive, . . it slipped it’s way past my radar and touched my children.  I find myself quite upset about it; there is turmoil, heaviness of spirit, grief, pain, fear.  This affects so much more than just me and my children.  My reaction is vital and will have long range, long lasting effects.

    I can let this deal a powerful blow to my self-esteem.  I missed it.  I must not have been paying enough attention.  I should have seen it coming.  I ignored the warning signs.  Why were other things so important that they distracted me from my children’s well being?

    But that let’s God out of the picture.  I’m human. I can only do so much.  I cannot live in fear of the unknown.  And if it’s unknown I can’t do anything about it anyway.  Thinking that I should have noticed puts unrealistic expectations on myself.  God can handle it.

    I could blame someone else.  What was he thinking?  It’s all her fault.  Where were they when I needed them?  Why didn’t someone else notice?

    But if I follow that way of thinking then I won’t be able to trust anyone.  I’m human.  I make mistakes.  I have to allow for that in other people, too.

    I coul hide from possible future reoccurences (extreme hiding).

    But I doubt that will really be effective, it shows a decided lack of trust in God, and in the end my kids will hate me for it.

    I could go crazy worrying about everything a mother could possibly worry about for their kids and do my best to protect them from anything and everything that could harm them.

    But I don’t cotton to that philosophy.  Besides, I’m not built that way.  That would wear me out in about three hours and if I’m so totally worried I wouldn’t be able to sleep and I would probably have a nervous breakdown that would put me in the hospital by the end of the week.  Worry is another demonstration of a lack of trust in a perfect God.  What makes me think I can do it better?  And I doubt my kids would like this reaction either.

    My conclusion?  Well, . . I have to trust God.  He saw it.  He knows everything.  He can use it in our lives to make us better, . . if we let Him.  Yeah, “Mother Bear Instinct” wants to protect my kids, but they need to learn HOW to deal with situations, and how to react to the good and the bad, rather than just how to avoid or overlook the problems.

    I also need to forgive.  Not the forgetful kind of forgiveness because I need to be reminded occasionally so that I stay alert and aware of the danger, but the kind of forgiveness that frees me from bitterness and the responsibility of punishment.

    My children are watching.  Their innocence means that they will be looking to me (and others) to see how they should react.  Is this something to fear; something to pass off, something to hide, something to share . . ?

    Is my God big enough?  Do I trust Him enough?  He has promised never to leave us or forsake us.

  • 17Feb

    Song:  I could have missed the pain, but I would have missed the dance.

     

    Thought:   The dance made it worthwhile?  But what if I can’t remember the dance anymore?  So much of Dan has been relegated to the past and like all things in the past the edges blur, pieces are missing, and the worst part is that he just isn’t a part of my daily life.  So, all I’m left with is the pain and some blurred memories that get more and more distant.

     

    Praise the Lord the song is wrong.  Yeah, the dance was wonderful and I wouldn’t change it for anything, but that’s not what makes it all worthwhile. 

     

    Payden (2) kissed me the other night.  I’ve been cuddling him for a minute or two before he goes to sleep and then I give him a big kiss before I leave the room.  The other night he turned to me, put his little hands on my face, puckered up and gave me the sweetest kiss I’ve had since Dan died.  He was so cute.  Then he giggled like he thought he was hot stuff.

    We went to a basketball game last night.  It was a “Just for Fun” game and they let a bunch of the little kids play a mini game at half time.  Benjamin (7) did well; Josiah (6) wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he kept trying; Abigail (5) just stood there confused until a basketball hit her on the head.  =)  It was fun to watch and they did really well considering they’ve never “played” a game before.

    So, I guess you could say that in one sense the kids make it all worth while, but if I didn’t have any kids would it still have been worth it?  And I still would have to say yes.

     

    Dan expanded my world to such an extent that I can’t even begin to touch on all the ways he has changed my life.  The world is bigger.  I know many wonderful people now that I never would have met without Dan.  I am so much more aware of politics, environmental hogwash, world news, and the mechanics of cars, computers, and, engines to name a few.  Our relationship with each other (and the kids) made me much more aware of the variety of people, their characteristics, and their personalities. 

     

    I would not be who I am today if it were not for Dan.  And since I happen to like who I am I would have to say that Dan was good for me.

    And the icing on the cake would have to be my spiritual walk.  Living that close to anyone will either improve or ruin your relationships.  I like to think that living that close to Dan helped me in my walk with the Lord.  And if living with him didn’t do it, than living without him is definitely a push in the right direction.

    So, the conclusion is still that it’s worth it.  I just have to remind myself of that on days like this when it hurts so much I can’t stop crying.

  • 15Feb

    He was here.

    But he was telling me he had to go.

    Others needed to hear of Jesus.

    He was distracted and I could see  he wasn’t mine anymore.

    He’s fading.  My mind can’t fill in the details of his face as well as it used to.

    He’s going/gone no matter what I want.  Sigh.

  • 14Feb

    You are so right, Michael.  Dan would have loved to talk about the why’s and wherefore’s of our electric bill. 

    I have to admit that Dan is probably one of the reasons our electric bill is as low as it is.  So many of our discussions were instrumental in helping me make decisions on the house.  We used some kind of spray-in, foam insulation stuff that he had been researching (and talking about) for years that has worked wonders at keeping the wind out despite the fact that we are located in the middle of a wind tunnel.  The appliances that were chosen, the light fixtures, even the habit of wandering around and turning off lights after the children, Dan was very much a part of all that.

    I defined a problem the other day.  When it gets too cold to run outside to the mailbox without a coat (and there’s no snow to encourage the older ones to play outside), it is often difficult to get the mail.  The act of putting on a coat and shoes alerts the kids to my momentary absence and well, . . . it’s not a pretty sight.  Some days I can squeeze it in or convince someone else to get it for me, but there was a time frame there where I’m sure the mail lady thought we had gone on vacation.

    So,

    Problem: Getting the mail in cold weather

    Solution:  =) here’s where Dan comes into play again.  Dan and Leigh (Dan’s best friend) and I came up with the idea of motorized mailboxes that drive to the post office, or at least up to the door, way back the first year we were married.  It got totally elaborate and crazy at the time and of course no one bothered to even put it on paper much less create one.  So this problem reminds me of that previous conversation and the gears start turning.

    Motor is good.  Got to keep it out of the weather.  Wheels no good in the snow.  Wire good.  Do it via “air mail”.  Simple pulley system would work fine.  Got to keep the wires out of the way of big trucks driving through the yard.  Don’t want the kids strangling themselves, etc.  Easier to plow around if there is no post.  Wonder what the mail lady would think.  The laundry line seems to work fine in cold weather.  The biggest problem would be getting the line high enough that it doesn’t interfere with the yard (the house is at least a thousand yards higher up the hill). 

    Could do an air suction system underground like those tubes at the bank.  =) Would need to dig a trench in the yard, but that’s normal, why break tradition.  Wonder what that would cost.  A break anywhere and you lose suction.  Would probably need to be encased in concrete.  Makes things a bit difficult to work on.  Easier to mow, etc.  Still have your traditional looking post.  Push button . . electric involved somewhere?  That’s a long trip . . lots of suction power needed.  Different size and type of container needed which would change the size and shape of the tube and the power of suction needed.

    Next problem: =) Convincing my Dad to build me one.  =)

    Probably be easier to just miss a few days of getting the mail until the kids get a little older.  =)

    (Giggling)  I can hear that conversation with Dan. . .  It was so much fun to dream up, scheme, and work through the glitches on stuff like that.

  • 19Jan

    Another stage.

    I find myself amazed at the intensity of this particular feeling.  I’m not a social bug by any stretch of the imagination.  I can get all hyped up, be the life of the party, and have a great time doing it, but it only lasts for a couple hours.  Then I’m exhausted.  (I can spend long stretches with people if intense emotion isn’t involved.)

    I have a loner streak that I’m quite comfortable with.  I’ve gone weeks with my only social interaction being who I see as I round up the kids on our way to and from church (and the occasional conversation between services).  But lately . . .

    I feel like I haven’t met anyone new or stretched my conversation skills since, I don’t know, . . last August?  Going shopping doesn’t cut it.  Guess it’s time to try something new. 

    Oh Dan.  Why don’t you talk to me?  I haven’t had a good discussion on politics, public schools, engineering, space, or the latest invention in . .  forever.  I knew we would have problems when you quit talking to me.