Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Carried to the Table



Lyrics Artist (Band): Leeland
(I recommend you listen to this song on youtube by clicking on the title)


Wounded and forsaken

I was shattered by the fall

Broken and forgotten

Feeling lost and all alone



Summoned by the King

Into the Master’s courts

Lifted by the Savior

And cradled in His arms



I was carried to the table

Seated where I don’t belong

Carried to the table

Swept away by His love



And I don’t see my brokenness anymore

When I’m seated at the table of the Lord

I’m carried to the table

The table of the Lord



Fighting thoughts of fear

And wondering why He called my name

Am I good enough to share this cup

This world has left me lame



Even in my weakness

The Savior called my name

In His Holy presence

I’m healed and unashamed



You carried me, my God

You carried me


So Mephibosheth dwelt in Jerusalem:
for he did eat continually at the king's table;
and was lame on both his feet.
2 Samuel 9:13

Monday, October 12, 2009

Bad Night


I had a really difficult time sleeping on Saturday night. I tossed and turned and had stabbing pains in my chest and panicky thoughts. The world and my future felt suffocatingly dark. I got up for a while, I prayed, I tried to think happy thoughts, I went on my Facebook page, I watched dvd's. I went through the whole bag of tricks that I've used in the past year to sleep, but they were only minimally effective. I finally fell asleep at about 4 am.

It was an impressively bad night, and I tried to sort it out yesterday, and could only conclude one thing. It was the night of Joe's birthday, and I was having a so-called "grief reaction". I've learned this past year that when I feel miserable to my core-- body, soul and spirit-- and there is no other explanation for it, then it's a grief reaction. I now conclude it was because we had a birthday party (which is necessary for the grandchildren's sake, but always feels not quite right), and Joey wasn't there, and we aren't going to see him again for a very long time, and everyone is sad and subdued, and trying to carry on anyway, and "ohh, this hurts so bad--how long can I do this, God"?

Yesterday, in the comforting light of day, my dark thoughts went into remission. But I read Gannet Girl's blog, Desert Year, and it got me thinking again. She is asking her readers to respond to a poll on the spiritual impact of their loss. She asks, "In the biggest loss of your life, did God feel ____?" Here she provides several options to choose from, basically asking how close does God feel in your loss. Right now, the front runner is: "In the biggest loss of my life, God felt faraway, but still a reality".

This poll intrigues me because one of the worst features of Joey's passing has been a feeling of distance from God, especially in the dark hours of night, but even in daylight, more often than I would like. I have been a solid believer for 40 years, yet this past year has brought more doubts and questions than I ever thought possible. I've had difficulty praying and difficulty reading my Bible. I grab on to helpful Bible verses like a drowning person grabs on to a raft, but I have no strength for anything more than holding on with all my might. My daughter says I write like I'm trying to talk myself into believing what I'm saying. I've thought on more than one occasion, "If He loved me, He would never do this to me". The coziness I felt with God before Joey passed has fled somewhere, and I am trying to piece it all together again.

I know there are others who suffer deep loss without the questions, but I am wondering if this questioning of God's love/presence is an almost universal response to suffering. Even Jesus asked, "My God, why have you forsaken me?".

Our pastor has been teaching on the sufferings of Job. He says everyone has a Job story, and the book of Job was written not because Job was unique, but because his life reflects what we all go through on some level. He also says the voices in our heads-- the doubts, fears, and questions --are like Job's accusing friends. God silenced Job's friends by pointing to His power and beauty in nature. I have to say that I really get that. God's power and creativity in nature is one of the few things that deeply comforts me and has also quieted my chaotic heart this past year.

So I am going to follow in Gannet Girl's steps. I would set up a poll if I knew how, but instead I will ask my readers a version of her question:

In the biggest loss of your life, did God feel close or faraway?

I hope you share your thoughts, and I look forward to reading your answers....

Psalm 42
9 I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?"
10 My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
11 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Birthday Party in the Woods

It turned out to be a rainy day, so we cancelled and rescheduled Papa's birthday party several times, finally deciding to chance it anyway.
It was actually beautiful in the woods and
we were so glad we went in spite of the weather.

First Drew organized some horse shoes....

Then we moved on to the real game: Forest Baseball!!

...the ball ricocheting against the trees, runners jumping over sticks and roots to touch tree trunks that served as bases, the well-placed hits flying deeper into the woods.

Our best invention yet.

Papa's team beat Nana's team by a very slim 1 point. Fitting, I guess, since it was HIS birthday.

In between all that, Brian cooked hamburgers and hotdogs.
What else?


Crystal and Jaime

JoAnne and Sean


Izzy catches a daddy long-legs, and impresses Aidan, holding it with her bare hands...


An enormous birthday squeeze from Aidan and a handmade card from Chase.
A pretty nice day despite the gray skies.
Happy Birthday, Papa!!
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Saturday, October 10, 2009

Happy Birthday, Joe

The Three Jedi Joes

Two of them are in Heaven, and they are deeply missed, especially today. Joe's dad was a truly good man. His great sense of humor got passed down to my husband and to my son. Also the hairline. (My son had the benefit of modern science to hang on to his gorgeous mane.) In this picture, they are all wearing hotel robes. They took Grandpa to Palm Springs for a 3 Generation Getaway and had been hanging out in the spa. It's a great memory for Joe. They all look so dear to me.

Doing what they loved best.

They each learned to play guitar when they were 15, and it was forever after their favorite pastime. They both would get that faraway look on their faces, accessing some non-verbal lobe of their brains that belongs only to musicians, and strum together for hours. They had differing taste in music, but they shared a love of Bob Dylan and the Beatles. Joe misses this the most-- and talking stock market ups and downs.

Joey singing to a Hawaiian sunset.

Today we will pretend he is singing Happy Birthday to his dad. Joey wrote some of his own music, and blessedly, we have recordings of him singing. We even have some small precious footage of his various bands performing. Joe listens to these songs every day. It gets weepy and sad most of the time, but what a treasure.

Honey, I know this birthday is not what it would have been if these two were here with you, and I know you miss them. But we all love you and we are glad we get to share this day with you and celebrate what you mean to us.

Hugs and Kisses today from the rest of us. We love you.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Three Kinds of People


"There are three kinds of people", I commented to my hairdresser yesterday as we discussed the precious brother she lost to heart failure 17 years ago ("my mother still wakes up with sadness in her heart every day...none of us is the same")

Type I: The Clueless:
These are the majority actually, consisting mostly of those of us who have never experienced the searing loss of someone necessary to our existence. This is the pitfall of the young, who have still so little life experience that they just don't know. But it's hard to bear when it's someone who is older and should know better. When I tell them about my son, they give absolutely no response. Nada. They continue the conversation as if they never heard what I said. Or they change the subject and begin talking about something else, or themselves. Or the worst: they make a joke about something and laugh. (Yes, this has happened maybe three times, the most recent being last Sunday, which actually triggered the writing of this post. It is a kick to the gut.)

Type II: Fellow Grievers:
Like my hairdresser said, once people have been to the Shadowlands of Loss, they are never the same. They have instant recognition for others who are there. They put a hand on your shoulder, they look you in the eye with sympathy and interest, and they ask what happened. They care and they share their story, they tell you how tough it is, and they hug you. If you see them more than once, the topic is open, and becomes an ongoing conversation. Even if they see you infrequently, they always acknowledge, in some way, what you are going through.

Type III: The Trained:
This category often includes counselors, pastors, and people with good manners, but sadly there are no guarantees on that. It should include everyone. These dear people have been taught to acknowledge grief, and they DO it. They've been told that it's enough to say, "I'm so sorry for your loss", and they say it. God bless them for simply not ignoring the obvious. (It's also helpful if they don't add, "Well, he's in Heaven now.", cuz honestly, we've thought of that, and it doesn't help with the gaping empty void left behind.)

There may be a Type IV--those so buried under the weight of personal grief, that they have very little to give, sometimes unable to even acknowledge your grief. This we understand.

I will admit that I have been in all four categories, and I'm not proud of having been clueless. It pains me now to remember those moments. Hopefully this is an education for somebody, and it will spare them from regret, and the suffering ones around them, from additional pain.

Romans 12:15
Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Anniversary Roses


Just so beautiful, I had to share them. They are called Country Roses, and they are pale pink outside and deep red inside, and big and fat and fragrant and gorgeous.
Thanks, Jaime and Drew.


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Monday, October 05, 2009

Happy Anniversary, Honey


October is a very busy month for us. It is jam-packed with a big assortment of celebrations-- birthdays and anniversaries and visits to restaurants and special gifts and dinners and such. Ordinarily it's a happy, busy month, but now it's changed--now it's challenging. It takes an extra effort to celebrate when your emotional tank is full of grief. It feels dissonant, like playing polka music at a funeral. But we are pushing ourselves to do it anyway, because it's important to acknowledge not just what we've lost, but also what we have at this present moment. Today, on our 36th wedding anniversary, I want to count some of our blessings.

What we have at this moment, besides broken hearts and a beautiful, much-loved and deeply missed son in Heaven:

1. Two beautiful, precious daughters, whose presence and existence bring us comfort every single day


2. Their admirable and courageous husbands, who are our sons, too, and have opened their hearts to our family and served us all so faithfully


3. Five uniquely delightful grandchildren, who hug us and entertain us and compel us to laugh


4. A beautiful, compassionate daughter-in-love whose love is a precious gift


5. An enduring friendship that began as childhood sweethearts, and is now an unbreakable bond


6. The shelter and strength of our home and a shared outlook on all the important things in life


7. Beyond that: faith, friends, health, security, our needs met and enough to share with others


I am so glad that I have had you beside me these 36 years. I am proud of the life we've built together and the things that are important to us. I am thankful we can cry together, and rebuild together. You, more than any other human being, know my heart and welcome me into yours.


I love you, dear Joe. I do.
For 36 years and more.
Gen 2:28 And the two shall become one

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Drew's Birthday Party


This party had all the essential ingredients:



1. Devoted friends


2. Gorgeous women


3. Gourmet Food and Beer


4. Thoughtful gifts (everyone needs a glass skull full of vodka)


5. A beautiful babe to share it all with...

6. And a romantic moment... from your brother-in-law...

It doesn't get much better than that!!

HAPPY 35th BIRTHDAY, DREW!!!


We Love You!

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Birthday Party #2

Our kind servers...

plus some impressive flames on the grill...


plus an entertaining tableside chef...


plus a little humor as the Plastic Man "pees" on the veggies...


plus the resonating sound of a gong...
equals two very happy and loved birthday girls!!


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Birthday Party #1

All eyes on the birthday girl (except the ones looking at me)...

As she gives her "Thank You" speech to her friends...

And this one ponders what she will say when it's her turn...

As one family celebrates two birthday girls at Party #1!