String of Pearls

It is all about balance, holding precariously on to what seems only the thinnest line of hope. God is good in the details, He does so visible all over nature; dew drops clinging to a spider web on a crisp morning.  So tentative in the holding on...Mijo hopes that the future will hold as much life as her present. Nick hopes to find his voice in the chorus of shouting 15year old boys. Scott hopes to keep working after the end of this turn-around. He hopes to find his purpose in a world full of wanderer's. I hope that age will not limit opportunity and that as I let the kids go, I hope the absence won't render me full of angst.

I hope sanity will win over rhetoric in our public offices. I hope teenagers will choose the hard way rather than the easy nonsense. I hope my extended family figures out how to communicate consistently rather than sporadically. I hope to break patterns of behavior and thinking and replace with what is simple and holy. I hope to know God's pleasure and hear His voice.

These are strings of pearls...a collection of hope, hanging on precariously.

God's prayer beads

Getting there...

I remember this day quite well...long ago and far away but the exhaustion and stress was starting to overwhelm.  I am not stressed and overwhelmed at the moment, I am trying to come to terms with the idea of getting older which was beginning its toll on this day. All the cliches being what they are...what makes me pause is the unknown of age; health, wealth and opportunity.
Both Scott and I work hard, well him a bit harder than I, at exercising and eating right. Even after the horse accident which I thought would hinder me , I feel rather healthy and relatively able to do all that life expects of me.  Who knows what will happen financially....both kids are reaching college years and that can't be easy on the bank account. What I wonder is will we still have opportunity? Will things still open up for us? Are we where we will be till we aren't? Does ageing bring such angst to most people?  Is there a group I can attend that will help in the transition?
"Hello, my name is Heidi...I getting older and don't know how to stop."
Is there a 12 step program to deal with the inevitable?

Mijo spoke in chapel yesterday. She is on the cusp on all that will be. So much ahead of her, so much to happen and live and learn. She has had such a relatively simple life and as a result carries such little baggage into the great beyond. It could have been so different for her with the death of Curtiss and his drinking but that was in a time before strong memory. She carries hope and expectations and longing...I watch in curiosity. "So this is what normal looks like?' 
I am grateful and a bit in awe of how good normal can be. I do not envy her youth...but I wonder how I would have worn normal, and how now I would look at what lies before. Would it be any different or is the baggage I carry still a hindrance?
I am getting there..I just wonder where there is...

Try, try, try, try and then quit

This is the remnant of my last attempt to grow a STUPID avocado plant. You would think it would be easy to grow a plant from a seed that sprouts roots in your window sill. And to be honest...every attempt to replace the amazing avocado plant Scott brought into our marriage has failed. The plant that Scott had was over 6 feet tall and beautiful. I am usually quite good with house plants but Avocado's have something against me. Maybe because it took me 45 years to like the fruit/vegetable/green slimy edible thingy. I can get the seed to sprout, the leaves to grow ...then one day all the leaves are curling up, the next they are dropping off and I am left with a stump like this one dead and more dead.  This is the fourth attempt and I am now officially finished with the trying.

It really irks me though. I have looked online, I have followed protocol for growing and snipping and watering. I have talked nicely, put the plant in sunny but not too sunny places. I even kept the dead looking stump over a month with the idea that it may decided on a whim...much like it did to die, to come forth with new life. It sits and mocks me in its deadness.

Scott often sighs and reminds me how lovely his Avocado plant was...how lovingly it grew for him.

So I put the stump outside in the cold...I dare it to survive.

 I secretly hope it will...

I may try again...

one more time!

Spring ahead !

On Sunday I went to a memorial service for a little girl who died at two weeks old. This week I will attend a funeral of a co-worker who died after fighting cancer...he was a young man in his early thirties. Next week will be the one year anniversary of Cheryl who died suddenly at the early age of 52. It seems I keep attending funerals of unfinished lives. I know what many say at funerals, that this was God's will but every time I hear that I want to say OUT LOUD...NO, death early was never God's will. He designed us to live forever, His will would have been so different, so full, so real...not this leaving too early business. I don't know why it makes people feel better to say that this was God's will...it does not make God look that good to have babies die and young man falter. I always say and think in my head...This is not what God intended, He will walk in this valley and mourn the brokennes of a world we chose but He did not Will it to happen. Death reminds me always of how it isn't supposed to be...It is the starkest of reminders that life is limited and time is fleeting.
Looking back on my recent posts...I have opined much on conversations full of loss and pain. It seems to surround the days even as Spring tries to begin. Our winters here are dark and dreary and long...so it seems my blog journey. I will begin to Spring, bring a new life into this journey, Thank you for your patience through the winter.

Telling my story

On March the 20th, I am to tell my story to the students here at LC during chapel.  I accepted the request because I enjoy speaking in chapel..I enjoy preaching if possible... I enjoy the challenge of speaking and engaging teenagers for 20 minutes about issues they have usually heard before and try and present in another way.  Sometimes I am effective...other times, not so much.

Needless to say...telling my story out loud brings with it a certain amount of fear. So much of my story has to do with people in this picture. Two of them no longer breath the air in this world. So much of my story is about loss, and loss is so very very personal.  Most know  something about Curtiss and my Mom and my Dad and how I was raised...I often speak in terms of overcoming, enduring, learning but not the profound aspect of how I have dealt with this loss. So you may ask...why do it?

Long ago I decided that if I would be anything, I would try to be authentic. I would be who I am where I am. One part of why I attempt to follow Jesus is that He has been the only constant in my life. Nothing... love, family, geography, work has ever remained constant...He has. We don't have an easy relationship...we do have an honest one. So within all the losses...He has been the walls I bounce in. I want the students to know that. As tired as they are about all that is True...I want them to know how amazing the Wall of faith is when everything else crumbles...this is one thing I know for sure. Students need to start building those walls of faith now...because loss/grief, disappointment is either coming or has come already.