Blessings That Bring Joy

It is often very hard for me to find a blessing when life is not going the way I want it to. Recently I've been begging for some comfort and just a little bit of good news. You see, having a good friend die and two miscarriages all in the last six months has really taken it's toll on me and my faith. I was caught up in weakness and despair. Then last Friday came around and that all changed some.

First of all, my doctor's office called and actually had good news. The testing I had done all came back normal. Although this means that since there is nothing wrong the doctor has nothing to fix, it still quieted my soul to know that my body was in relative working order.

I also found out that my daughter was accepted into the charter school that I applied her to many months ago. Educating my children has been an all consuming problem for me these last few years (to the point that I've mentioned it to nearly everyone I've come into contact with since it all began). The public school in our district failed epically at providing sound education for my daughter and finding an alternative has proven to be quite a challenge. This last year, with no where else to turn, I homeschooled my children. It wasn't pretty. In fact it was a source of stress and contention in my household nearly the whole year through. My children learned what they needed, but it took a toll on everyone. So to have an answer, a place equipped to teach is a tremendous relief for me. We are still waiting on my son's acceptance into the same school for kindergarten, but at the moment I am content in the knowledge that my daughter will be taken care of.

The bottom line is I'll take these little blessings. The Lord knows that I've needed them. For the first time in a long time and am feeling a sense of peace and dare I say joy.

 

Even if it Breaks Your Heart

    Long before The Eli Young Band sang it, Will Hoge sang "Even if it Breaks Your Heart". Although this particular song is about an singer following his dream, it resonates with me. I have followed my dream of having children past the point of heart break not once but 5 times. I am blessed beyond measure by the two children that, despite tumultuous beginnings, are now playing loudly in the playroom. At the same time my soul aches for the ones that left too soon. Yet still find myself dreaming that one day I will have another healthy baby.

   Recently I had some testing done to see what might be causing me to miscarry. As I wait for the results I tremble in fear. What if they find something, and at the same time what if they don't? What if they can't "fix" that broken part of me that is causing all of this? Will I be ok if I never get to have another baby? Will this dream break more than my heart but my sanity as well?  These are the questions that swirl in my mind today.

  I think of those blessed individuals that have never been faced with miscarriage or child loss. Although I envy them, I know that my path towards my dream of having children has shaped me into who I am. I am stronger than I ever realized I could be. I find hope in the hopeless. I keep on dreaming despite heart break, uncertainty, and fear. Above all I am still standing.  

Dear Jonny

      Today I find myself captured in a place of loss. A friend of mine passed away yesterday and I have been reeling ever since I heard the news. Despite the fact that I only spent what seems like a moment with him, he made a tremendous impact on me. Like so many others have said, I keep waiting for this all to be proven a joke or a dream. I can't seem to make sense of it at all. Jonny was not just a good man, he was one of the best. Not only was he brave, having served during several deployments (some of which happened AFTER his initial honorable discharge), he was also fiercely loyal to those he held dear. He had a quick wit and the greatest sense of humor. Even when his joke was aimed at you, one couldn't help but join in the laughter. Although he probably wouldn't admit it himself, he was also quite a gentleman. I once saw him change a tire for a woman he didn't know in the scorching heat while several others just stood by and watched. I can only imagine what others who knew Jonny better must feel if his passing has this much of an effect on me. My prayers are with those that are feeling the loss of this great man. Rest in peace Jonny. RLTW

Life Unscripted

Things have changed.
Plans have failed.
I look for meaning on a grander scale.

My hopes are dashed
as the storm begins,
and I lose my foothold once again.

Life's script is torn.
It's pages scattered
as if the script had never mattered.

All that is left
is the longing for what was lost.
How was I to know this would be the cost?

Life unscripted, cut short
and drawn to a close
not the way anyone chose.

Here's to the Hold Outs

    If you live in suburbia like I do every once in a while you may notice a piece of land that seems out of place. On this land there may be an old farm house, perhaps some cattle, or maybe even some crops growing. The land doesn't look at all like the subdivisions and shopping centers it is squeezed in between. In fact, it probably was in place long before these structures ever existed.

   To some, this land is a nuisance. It serves as a reminder of an antiquated lifestyle that society no longer embraces. Often, it is considered a smelly, eye sore that is standing in the way of development. In my mind however, there is a depth of meaning to be found there on that unyielding ground.

    There, on that piece of land resides what I affectionately call "the hold outs".  These are the people that refused to give up their land, their tradition in favor of progress. They do this despite hardship and pressure from the outside world. Continuously they toil on plots of land that have become sacred to them. These people are not defined by modern societies standards, but rather a set of standards that they, themselves have dictated.

   Perhaps the reason I find such a kinship with these dear folks, is that I too feel like a hold out. Society tells us that our worth is measured by our paycheck, yet I do not earn a paycheck. Society also tells us that the modern woman doesn't need to cook, clean, or provide unassisted care for the children yet I do these things. Undoubtedly, my families financial burden would be lighter if I had a job. My workload would be made more bearable if I hired a cleaning service, ate out, and sent my children to day care, but all of this would not make me who I want to be. I refuse conform to societies standards. Instead I choose to set my own standards based on "antiquated" ideas because I believe that this is the right thing for me to do. There are, of course, times when I feel inadequate, as if what I am doing doesn't matter because society doesn't commend it. It is at during those times I like to drive by that ever present calm field in the middle of a swirl of commotion and think to myself "Here's to us hold outs".
 
 

If I Were in Charge

If I were in charge there would be no war, no violence, no blood shed. There would be no need for soldiers or guns and the world would know peace.

If I were in charge no one would spend more than they earned, including the powers that run this great land. Our treasures would be the people we hold dear, rather than the things we bought that distract us from them.

 If I were in charge there would be no hungry children or families unable to afford the necessities. People would take care of each other rather than relying on a corrupt system of elected liars to meet the need.

If I were in charge those that desperately desired children would have their hearts comforted by the fulfillment of that yearning, if not naturally than through affordable adoption. No woman would ever be given the incredible gift of life inside her if she was willing to sacrifice this gift for convenience sake.

Unfortunately I am not in charge, nor will I ever be. My only hope resides in the fact that changes can be made to these ends. Somehow the sorrow, anger, and affliction of past mistakes and bad decision making must be learned from. We must not continue on this path that will lead to our self destructive end.


 

April 13th 2012

Today I learned you were inside me
My dearest, little unknown

My heart leaps at your possibility
and will revel as I watch you grow

You are the sum of my hope
an answer to prayer

All of my joy
is simply knowing you are there

Right now all I can do is to beg you to stay
unlike the others that had to fly away

Sweet little person
stay safe where you found your start

Until I hold you in my arms
I will hold you in my heart