So, there I lay last Friday, face down, after a few adjustments and with one left to go. He said, “this one is going to be intense, because this is where you seem to be holding quite a bit of . . . CRACK . . . emotion. Immediately, and I mean immediately, my eyes were leaking and soon I was in an all out cry.
When our world is in chaos, we humans do the only thing we know to do. We try to make sense of it.
We stretch our minds to find any threads of sense in what seems like a nonsensical situation.
We cry, we laugh, we scream, we fight. But at the end of the day, our brains get to work. We start asking why and trying to figure out exactly ‘what’s going on’. We grasp at any semblance of normalcy we can find. When our world (either macro or micro) seems out of control, our focus often narrows to pinpoint precision. We zero in on our latitude and longitude and wonder how this chaos will affect us and those we care about.
This process of aging, getting older, cresting into middle age is not for sissies, people! Related to that, I’ve decided to go grey. I can no longer keep up with the root touch-ups, salon visits, and highlighting work that is required of those of us who don’t walk around with their natural hair color. And […]
Human government was never meant to save us. It was meant to placate us. God has given us what we asked for in the way of kings and judges, but He makes it very clear that His Kingdom is the one of ultimate consequence. So, let’s be the people he created us to be…
I will also say that even though I have seen miracles before, I always think that big miracles will be for the person next to me . . . not for me.
I just cannot even grasp this part of God’s story being written in Judy’s life..This doesn’t happen to people who are so good and true and hard-working and kind and lovely in the world. Right?
I have always gotten along with Dave’s family. There has never been a time when there was a lot of conflict or great frustration between me and Dave’s parents, or any other family member of his. I was always welcomed in and they certainly never meddled, almost to a fault. But there has been a little change in our relationship (it is probably just on my side, so I’m not speaking for them), since Dave died.
For me, taking the role of mother seems so much “easier” sometimes because I don’t have to be vulnerable or ask for help. I don’t have to let my guard down and allow others in. As mother, I often vie for control. As daughter, I have to admit someone else might know better and have my best interest in mind.
One could argue that motherhood is really about daughterhood. It is only when we understand what it means to be a daughter, that we can truly be the mothers God created us to be.
Well, me, you’ve made it to another milestone. You’ve likely cracked a few more phone screens and racked up more casualties in the laundry-black-hole-for-sock-pairs. In summary, you’ve won some and you’ve lost some more, no doubt…. can I offer some suggestions for your life at age 80?
“I cried for the pain and hurt that surrounds people not feeling loved, people who feel misunderstood, people who are trying to love and everything in between…”