Better fasten your seat belts because this could be a long one - I'm thinking back on the past year and reflecting on so many lessons...
This time last year I had just cleared out my desk, said good bye to my career in nuclear pharmacy, & I was officially unemployed. I remember feeling so many things - sadness, loss, anxiety, & just a twinge of hope that I would actually get some things done & get caught up on some sleep. It was a weird feeling. I was grateful that I had time to do things I hadn't had time for before - time to help take my grandma to the doctor, time to spring clean the house, I even took time for a couple of Girl's Shopping Days with my aunt, sister, & grandma. Since G-ma's death in January I'm so glad that I was able to have those extra special days with her. And looking back, during that time I got to spend a lot of time with people that I wouldn't have otherwise...crafting days with Beth & Laura, Missy came from Vienna for a three day visit, my annual college girlfriend get together...it was wonderful.
So I spent most of September visiting & also working on wood crafts for our first ever attempt at manning a booth for a craft fair. Mike & I slaved away for hours making different little goodies for our booth. We had a lot of fun & there was a tremendous amount of nervousness before & during those days in the big tent. It was a disappointment on many levels but it was good, too. I love how God does that, by the way. Just when everything seems awful He opens my eyes to the blessings in the situation. Maybe we didn't sell much but we spent extra time with family & that was so very good for our souls. Maybe we have tons of leftover inventory but Mike & I spent so much time side by side helping each other create & enjoying each other's company on a new level. And of course, since a year has passed the sting of disappointment has numbed & it's easier to see the blessings. Would I do it again? Not exactly the same way but yes, I think I would take that leap again. And with the little business tricks we learned I think maybe we would be more successful the second time around...maybe.
Then in October the job hunt began in earnest. I updated my resume & began the search by dropping a copy at every pharmacy here in town that was closed on Sunday. I felt kind of silly doing that because not one of them was actually hiring at the time. I just knew it was possibly a way to get into a field I was already qualified for without working for a national chain that would be open 24/7. Then I began looking online. Online job hunting is so miserable I would take a break and spring clean. Yep, I'd rather move furniture so that I could vacuum behind it than surf the web looking for a job. It took me forever to fill out applications & upload resumes & blah, blah, blah. Right about this time I started day dreaming about what I would do instead of getting a job...I would become a world famous blogger! But suddenly I had nothing to say. I would write a book! But suddenly I had no attention span for sitting still. I would get pregnant! With twins! God had other plans on that one, too. So I kept slogging through it day by day. It was discouraging. I thought maybe I would look for another type of job, start another career. The thought of going back to school gave my stomach a twist. So I kept waiting & praying & looking & cleaning.
Then I got a phone call from a cheerful sounding lady named Roxanne. She is the pharmacy manager of a clinic pharmacy here in town (one of the pharmacies where I had dropped a resume). I was really startled to get a call from her because I knew that her pharmacy had virtually no turnover. There are only two pharmacists & two technicians, all of whom had been there over 10 years. It turns out, one of her techs was leaving to be a nanny for her new grandson. And all the things that fell into place for that to happen I don't have the time to tell you, but it blew my mind when I heard the whole story. It just made me realize how involved God is in our lives. He can open any door. Long story short, I began working at that clinic full time, Monday through Friday, last November. And I even started out at a higher hourly rate than I was previously earning. Exceedingly abundantly above all I had been praying for.
But then there were some bumps in the road. Retail pharmacy is not a very fun job. I had a bit of a hard time acclimating. I was coming from a job where I rarely spent the whole day in the office. I had plenty of down time & a boss who didn't care what I did with it. We didn't punch a time clock & lunch was on the clock so I worked just an 8 hour day. Plus, I hadn't had to work directly with patients or any of the billing to insurance companies. Then there are the inevitable issues with coworkers. I really like my coworkers on most levels. There are just those little niggly issues - control issues, communication issues, frustration issues. I decided I was miserable & needed to start looking for something different.
And before I had cracked that first online job search, I got a phone call. It was from another pharmacy that I had left a resume with on that day last fall. I went through the interview process with them & waited for a call with a job offer. No such call came. So I dismissed it. A month later they called again & wanted another interview. I went in & had such a nice interview. These were people that I really seemed to click with. They offered me a full time position for a comparable hourly rate & somewhat better benefits. The only real difference was that I would be working four 10-hour shifts. That extra day off every week was looking extremely good to me. I could spend more time with Grandpa & Dad! It would be like an extra Saturday! No more scrambling around late in the evening trying to get housework done! I was thoroughly enticed.
But I knew that I should really discuss it with Mike. We sat down & drew out a pros & cons worksheet. I was feeling the Lord tug my heart one way & I was wanting to pull the other. This new job would be so good for me! I could get away from things that irk me & have a different schedule & it would be great! But I couldn't get over the notion that the new schedule would be bad for us, the Mike+MaryAnn. If I worked a ten hour day I would be getting off work 3-5 hours after Mike. We wouldn't be able to eat dinner together on those nights. I kept hearing the echo of a proverb ring in my mind, "A wise woman buildeth her house, but a foolish woman tears it down." I'm not even sure if that is all in one verse or if it's a snippet from two different verses that I put together but I could not get away from that truth. I could choose what was good for me or I could choose what was good for my marriage.
So I stayed put. And some days I just shake my head & choose joy because it's not easy to be there. But it's just fine because I have this other verse, II Corinthians 4:1 "Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy we FAINT NOT." I remind myself that this job is indeed a ministry. God will strengthen me for it. He will cause me to be effective if I yield to Him. And there is no doubt that I daily rub shoulders with people who need Jesus in their hearts & in their lives. I'm grateful He found me worthy of the position. I hope I can be salt (being distinctively different) & light (a visible testimony) right there in that pharmacy, where He put me.
It's been a big year. Lots of events, lots of feelings, lots of lessons, & so much to be thankful for. God is faithful. That's one of the things I love about Him most!
O Lord, I know the way of man is not in himself; It is not in man who walks to direct his steps. Jeremiah 10:23
Monday, September 16, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Dreams
I have a bit of a distinction in my family.
I'm the dreamer.
No, not the person who thinks of huge fantastic pursuits or fabulous lofty goals or fun extraordinary escapes.
I'm the girl who goes to bed and during my sleep I dream. Crazy dreams. Wild, bright colors, slow motion, insane conglomerations of real events and movies and imagined things. Sometimes the dreams are fun and the next morning is story time for whoever wants to listen. Sometimes the dreams are exhausting and baffling. Every once in while they are scary (thankfully not often). Upon occasion I pray the Lord helps me forget the dream quickly because it upsets me and sometimes I thank Him for the happy things that have flitted through my mind during slumber.
Last night was just like most other nights - I had a dream. I (dreamt? dreamed?) that I was at my parent's house. I was inside the house and apparently in my dream Mom was still alive. I went out the front door to find her and she was sprawled out on the front sidewalk in her teal bathrobe, the one with the zipper down the front that she had for almost all of my growing up years (that bathrobe appears in more Christmas morning photos than my dad does). When I saw her lying there of course I knew something was wrong. I ran to her side and got down on my knees and in my dream I did exactly what I did that night we found her dead on the couch. I started yelling, "Momma! Momma!" and I rubbed her sternum hard with my knuckles. I don't know where I got that little first aid tip but somehow I thought it would help. After a couple moments of my knuckle-rub screaming routine her eyelids fluttered and she woke up. We started trying to figure out what had happened and she decided that some of her medicine must be interacting and that's why she stopped breathing. Dream over.
And that is where my realities merged. The night of my mom's death and the everyday hum of my workday smooshed into one odd story line. It's baffling how my mind knit together the many drug interactions we review at the pharmacy on a daily basis and my mom's passing. The mind is amazing and weird and obviously very busy while I'm sleeping.
And yeah, I've kind of struggled today with wanting to be upset that I'm dreaming about Mom's death. I've been tempted to tell God that it wasn't very nice of Him to let all that pass through the filters and be remembered upon waking. But instead, I've been grateful - that after a dream like that it didn't even cross my mind to call in sick to work and stay home and mope. I've been grateful that I can see the humorous bits of the story and I've been grateful that I haven't cried today. These little things are all victories. They are all evidence of the healing that the Lord is faithfully doing in my heart in His time. I would like Him to work faster. But when I trust Him, I trust His timing (that's totally a quote from a pic I pinned on Pinterest this week - so very true, don't you think?!).
The idea of my grief being a 'disease' God needs to heal made me think of Psalm 103:1-5:
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name!
2 Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits,
3 who forgives all your iniquity,
who heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit,
who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,
5 who satisfies you with good
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
I don't know about you, but those verses give me a lot of hope.
Now here's to a good night's sleep for you and for me!
I'm the dreamer.
No, not the person who thinks of huge fantastic pursuits or fabulous lofty goals or fun extraordinary escapes.
I'm the girl who goes to bed and during my sleep I dream. Crazy dreams. Wild, bright colors, slow motion, insane conglomerations of real events and movies and imagined things. Sometimes the dreams are fun and the next morning is story time for whoever wants to listen. Sometimes the dreams are exhausting and baffling. Every once in while they are scary (thankfully not often). Upon occasion I pray the Lord helps me forget the dream quickly because it upsets me and sometimes I thank Him for the happy things that have flitted through my mind during slumber.
Last night was just like most other nights - I had a dream. I (dreamt? dreamed?) that I was at my parent's house. I was inside the house and apparently in my dream Mom was still alive. I went out the front door to find her and she was sprawled out on the front sidewalk in her teal bathrobe, the one with the zipper down the front that she had for almost all of my growing up years (that bathrobe appears in more Christmas morning photos than my dad does). When I saw her lying there of course I knew something was wrong. I ran to her side and got down on my knees and in my dream I did exactly what I did that night we found her dead on the couch. I started yelling, "Momma! Momma!" and I rubbed her sternum hard with my knuckles. I don't know where I got that little first aid tip but somehow I thought it would help. After a couple moments of my knuckle-rub screaming routine her eyelids fluttered and she woke up. We started trying to figure out what had happened and she decided that some of her medicine must be interacting and that's why she stopped breathing. Dream over.
And that is where my realities merged. The night of my mom's death and the everyday hum of my workday smooshed into one odd story line. It's baffling how my mind knit together the many drug interactions we review at the pharmacy on a daily basis and my mom's passing. The mind is amazing and weird and obviously very busy while I'm sleeping.
And yeah, I've kind of struggled today with wanting to be upset that I'm dreaming about Mom's death. I've been tempted to tell God that it wasn't very nice of Him to let all that pass through the filters and be remembered upon waking. But instead, I've been grateful - that after a dream like that it didn't even cross my mind to call in sick to work and stay home and mope. I've been grateful that I can see the humorous bits of the story and I've been grateful that I haven't cried today. These little things are all victories. They are all evidence of the healing that the Lord is faithfully doing in my heart in His time. I would like Him to work faster. But when I trust Him, I trust His timing (that's totally a quote from a pic I pinned on Pinterest this week - so very true, don't you think?!).
The idea of my grief being a 'disease' God needs to heal made me think of Psalm 103:1-5:
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name!
2 Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits,
3 who forgives all your iniquity,
who heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit,
who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,
5 who satisfies you with good
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
I don't know about you, but those verses give me a lot of hope.
Now here's to a good night's sleep for you and for me!
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Life
According to Dictionary.com...
life [lahyf]
the condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms
According to me, life is the days passing, the grand sum total of the triumphs and struggles, the tick-tock of time wasting away while we endure what we must, and the rushing sound of time flying by as we soak up the pleasures.
Life is fleeting. Life is fragile. Life can end in a moment. Eventually this life as we know it will end for all of us.
But I realized something different about life as I was weeding the flower beds this evening. Life is tenacious. Life can flourish in the most unlikely places with the smallest amount of nurturing and watch-care.
Somehow in the midst of a whole lot of discouragement - jobs that are more frustrating than fulfilling, grief that still wants a stranglehold on my joy, to-do lists that grow more and more overwhelming, and relationships that have stagnated - in the midst of all of that, the Lord brought me hope through weeding a flower bed.
Life is tenacious. God's love is tenacious. For tonight, that's enough for my soul.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
And So It Goes...
It's been a year.
A year since that frantic phone call from Dad in the middle of the night. I had recently assigned their home phone number a funny ring tone - it sounded like dogs barking. At 3:15 in the morning it confused me big time when the dogs started barking. All I could think was that surely it wasn't time to get up yet. I'll never forget the panic in his voice...and I never use that ring tone anymore.
A year...365 days...we've hit all the calendar 'firsts' without her...our first birthday without her, our first Christmas, Dad's first wedding anniversary alone, and now our first anniversary of her flight to heaven.
There are a few things I've learned this year. And even though I don't want this blog to be all about death (that's why I've avoided being here lately) I do feel like I need to record some things for my own benefit. I need to raise my memorials, my stones in the desert, raise my own feeble Ebenezers so that I can look back and be reminded of the faithfulness of my Lord Jesus.
I've learned that what the sweet older ladies told me at the visitation and funeral is true: I'll never get over losing my momma. I just won't. There won't be a day where there won't be a slight ache in my heart, a longing to talk to her, a need to hug her. It won't rule my life or ruin my days but I will always miss her. And it's true, I don't grieve like those who have no hope but I do grieve, in a deep way, every day.
Never in my life has my faith been tested as it has been tested this past year. I've never cried so much, questioned so much, doubted so much. But in all of it the Lord has stood fast beside me; His Word has never failed me. And I have been ashamed to see how shallow my commitment to Him has been. I've been convicted over & over in the song service at church. Hymns I sang with no real thought before have stuck in my throat as I've contemplated just what they mean...
All the way my Savior leads me; what have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy, who through life has been my guide?
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort, here by faith with Him to dwell!
For I know whate're befall me, Jesus doeth all things well.
All the way my Savior leads me, cheers each winding path I tread,
Give me grace for ev'ry trial, feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter, and my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me, lo! a spring of joy I see.
All the way my Savior leads me; Oh, the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised in my Father's house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal, wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages: Jesus led me all the way.
Fanny J. Crosby
I've had to think through questions like, "All the way my Savior leads me? Really? Even with all of this death...my mom, several friends of the family, my G-ma...all in a year? All of this loss? He leads me? This is right?!" And His Word comforts me with verses like "Yea, though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil for Thou art with me," and "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." And so many other verses where I am forced to recognize, yes! it's true! I don't understand it, but Jesus does do all things well. I can trust Him.
The truth is, this year has hurt like the dickens. I've been so sad; I've been changed; I've struggled; I've been pathetic; I've been angry; I have kicked, screamed, fought, & yelled. My emotions have fought powerfully for control of my life. Some days they have won the battle. Other days I have actually yielded to the Holy Spirit & He has helped me life by truth instead of feelings. Not surprisingly, those have been the better days.
The saddest, worst days are days like today when the calendar forces me to recognize the passage of time, the milestones without Mom. And then there are the days when I see three generation photos & I remember that any child we ever have will not know their Grandma & there will be no three generation photo for us. Or when I remember that there will probably never be that confusion again of whether I'm Mary Ann or Mary Lee or Mary Lou because I'm the only one left. And my heart breaks a little again...
So I cling to another favorite verse & hymn that have come to mean so much to me over the past months...
"As for God, His way is perfect: the Word of the Lord is tried: He is a buckler to all those that trust in Him." Psalm 18:30
Simply trusting ev'ry day, trusting through a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small, trusting Jesus - that is all.
Brightly doth His Spirit shine into this poor heart of mine;
While He leads I cannot fall, trusting Jesus - that is all.
Singing if my way is clear, praying if the path be drear;
If in danger, for Him call - trusting Jesus that is all.
Trusting as the moments fly, trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate'er befall, trusting Jesus - that is all.
Edgar Page Stites
Trust, faith, hope, dependence upon my God...these are all lessons I've learned this year. And I've learned how worthy He is, how faithful He will always be. Each day He proves it to me when I have the wherewithal to get out of bed, go to work, choose joy, carry on. Because there are days left for me to live, work left for me to do, thanksgiving to give, joy to experience...this grief isn't all that's left to me. It's part of my lot but it isn't all of it. So He strengthens me to live on, trying to obey, trying to trust, trying to live the abundant life I know that the Lord wants me for me & that I know my momma would want for me, too.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Election Day Is Finally Here!
To say this week has not gone according to my plans would be a major understatement. I didn't feel well Sunday night but I attributed it to being tired - surely a good night's rest was all I needed! Monday dawned bright & early with a long To Do list & a queasy stomach. And so goes 24+ hours of my life. I doctored myself up as best as I could, dutifully munched the toast Mike fixed, & prayed I'd be well enough to go vote.
God is gracious. I woke up this morning with a broken fever & no body aches. I had the strength to get cleaned up, drive to the polls, wait in a short line, & cast my vote. What a privilege! I pray it's something I never take for granted.
Recently as I was reading my Bible I was taking in some of the Old Testament accounts of Israel & Judah. Talk about political upheaval - kings were coming & going & wars were starting & finishing fast enough to make my head spin! And this is what I wrote in my journal:
I have been reminded that from the very beginning God has been in control of the kings & kingdoms - He determined who would be established & who would fall. The Lord always honored those who obeyed & those who humbled themselves & repented of their disobedience.
And so it is today. May American leaders have the wisdom to humble themselves & repent of their disobedience. And even if they do not, the Lord is still in control. He will still work out His plan. As an American I probably will not be able to confidently say, "It's all going to work out; it's all going to be OK!" But as a daughter of the Most High King, I certainly can say "All is well. The battle is already won & my future is bright with the Light of Heaven."
I hope you were able to go out & vote today. God bless America.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Not Giving Up!
I took on a big project yesterday. It's a project that I've taken on for the past three years with varying degrees of completion/success. The Project = Raking the Leaves.
Oy. Autumn is a beautiful time of year but the shedding of leaves has to be part of the curse. God help me if I have to raise my arms, lift anything, or grip anything tomorrow. I.am.going.to.be.SORE.
But it's all done - the leaves have been raked & bagged!
I even mowed the grass!
It's still not a prize winning yard by any means. But I am grateful that the Lord granted me the time & the strength to get it done! And I'm most grateful that it only has to be done once a year *grin*
Thursday, November 1, 2012
A Bit of An "Ah-ha" Moment
I have really kind of struggled this week. It's been a physical/emotional kind of struggle. No matter how much sleep I get, I'm tired. No matter how much I get done, it feels like I'm wasting time. No matter how many job searches I do, I can't seem to find the place that could be the right fit for me. And then there are people in my life that I love who are also struggling. And being the person that I am, when I hear about those other struggles I try to pick them up & carry them, stacking them on top of the burdens that are already weighing me down.
Oy. What a way to live! I'm pretty sure that this is not the abundant life that Jesus talks about giving to us. But you know, I wasn't even aware of what I was doing until I had a conversation with Mike today on his lunch break.
I was asking him if he thought I should see our doctor to check out whether or not I am struggling with depression. Yep, it's kinda been that bad (that's part of the reason I have been hiding out from this space; who wants to read sad junk all the time?!). I told him that some days I feel like I don't remember how to smile & when I try to, my face just feels twisted.
Of course, Mike was loving, kind, & supportive in his response. He told me I could if I thought it was necessary. He told me there was nothing wrong with exploring the situation. And he told me he knew how I felt because he had been in that same place before. He calls it feeling 'blue'.
Somehow, after he told me that I wasn't comforted. I was kind of mad, actually & so, so sad. Where is our joy? Why are we so sad? What are we missing that the Lord is trying to work out in us?
As I drove home I had a miniature pity party fit. I cried & told God that I really just missed my mom so much. And that I just wanted a job, for crying out loud! And hadn't this been enough? Wasn't He going to fix anything anytime soon?!
And I don't know what brought these thoughts to mind, but I started thinking about Thanksgiving. Most of my Thanksgiving thoughts so far have been to fuss & worry about how we are going to plan & pull off the family meal because Mom was the genius behind all of that. But today I actually had some genuine Thanksgiving thoughts. I wondered, If I really start trying to be grateful for what I have, rather than mourn what I have lost, will I recover my joy? Will I start to have some hope? Will I learn to trust God? Because I am really struggling with that...
And you probably really don't want to know where my thoughts went from there because it will just highlight to you what a freak I am. I thought, Maybe I can list 1,000 gifts by the end of the year! I'll be just like Ann Voskamp! And I'll post them here on the blog every day! Then I got to trying to do the math in my head...there are 61 days left in the year, 1,000/61=I-have-no-idea-but-it's-a-lot! And then I got real with myself & admitted that I can in no way commit to posting here on the blog every single day. I'm just too scattered for that.
Then my mind went into an even scarier place: I thought, I'll get on Pinterest & find some sort of Thanksgiving chart thing to make where Mike & I can daily list our blessings! That idea is nuts for so many reasons, number one being that I don't have even a single sheet of construction paper in this house & number two being that Mike truly feels that stuff like that belongs in a elementary school classroom & not in our home, plastered on the kitchen wall, for example.
So I guess maybe I just need to make a change in my thinking. And I know that the Lord will help me do that. He already has, truthfully. Right after I came home from meeting Mike on his lunch break (a perk of unemployment that I'm so grateful for) I came home & started raking/bagging the leaves in our yard. As you all know, this is a somewhat exhausting chore & awkward (dumb leaves, GET.IN.THE.BAG!). But as I raked & piled & scooped & bagged I thought about how we have a yard! we have trees! we have a rake! & bags! I'm healthy & strong enough to do the job!
Maybe what I'm finally beginning to learn is to "give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." I Thessalonians 5:18
Because "all circumstances" includes the death of your mom, the loss of your job, the disappointment of expectations, the death of dreams, all circumstances = ALL circumstances. And the Lord wouldn't ask me to do it if He couldn't help me accomplish it.
So I'm putting on my Turkey hat & starting the work of being thankful. I hope you are, too!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Happy Halloween!
It's hard for me to believe it's Halloween already. Hard because that means...
I've been unemployed for two months
I've been job hunting for a month & had absolutely no success
Our first Thanksgiving without Mom is merely weeks away
Our nephew Caleb will be officially a teenager in only 19 days (yikes!!)
And I haven't been on here posting anything for ages!
Hopefully I'll be around a lot more frequently in the next couple of weeks. I have notes everywhere of different things that have happened, lessons that are being learned, & photos that are marked to be shared here.
But until then, Happy Halloween! Everybody stay safe & enjoy the treats, avoid the tricks!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Counting It Down & Packing It Up
Part of me is very confused over my sadness with my job loss. I've been unsatisfied with my job in many ways over the past couple of years. There have been big issues (not enough work to do) & little discomforts (the early shift, the many miles driving, the cold air conditioning running all.year.round, sharing a bathroom with six men), so one would think that I would more readily embrace this change. And it wasn't a surprise. There had been concerns that led to suspicions which led to rumors which finally lead to the actual announcement - the doors are closing. In two days. Wow. And the unexpected sadness of losing my job has settled into my soul, right next to the lingering sadness from saying goodbye to Mom. As I've been stripped of them both, I realize how much security & sense of who I was & what I was worth as a person came from that relationship with Mom & my job here at Cardinal Health. I know that is not how the Lord wants me to define myself & it's not how He wants me to claim my security. He should hold that place in my heart & life. And only as He strips them away from me do I realize how He has been displaced. Many lessons to be pondering as I pack it up & prepare to hang up my lab coat for the last time...in two more days.
And now my space feels so bare. It's like this desk could belong to anybody - not just me. *sigh*
In between the packing of my personal things & the packing of the impersonal things of the lab - syringes, paperwork, tools, & other odds & ends not necessary for our final two days...in between all of this busy activity I have let my mind drift over promises I know that I need to cling to now. Otherwise, next week when there is no job to go to I will just stay in bed & mourn. Mourn this year full of challenges & difficulties. Mourn my losses & pain. I don't want to do that. I want to learn to rejoice in my times of suffering. I want to learn to offer the sacrifice of my praise. I want to learn to lean hard into the One who cannot be moved.
If I don't learn these things, then what has all of this been endured for?
The Lord gave,
and the Lord has
taken away;
blessed
be the name of the Lord.
Job 1:21b
Make
me to know your ways, O Lord;
teach me your
paths.
Lead me in your truth
and teach me,
for you are the God
of my salvation;
for you I wait all
the day long.
Psalm 25:4-5
Indeed,
I count everything as loss because of the
surpassing worth of knowing
Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have
suffered the loss of all things
and count them as rubbish, in order that I may
gain Christ
and be found in him, not having a
righteousness of my own
that comes from the law, but that
which comes through faith in Christ,
the righteousness from God that depends on
faith—
that
I may know him and the
power of his resurrection,
and may
share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death.
Philippians 3:8-10
The
steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his
mercies never come to an end;
they are new every
morning;
great
is your faithfulness.
“The
Lord is my
portion,” says my soul,
“therefore
I will hope in him.”
The Lord is good to those who wait
for him,
to the soul who
seeks him.
It
is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation
of the Lord.
Lamentations 3:22-26
Be
merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me,
for in you my soul takes
refuge;
in the
shadow of your wings I will take refuge,
till
the storms of destruction pass by.
I cry out to God Most
High,
to God who fulfills
his purpose for me.
Psalm 57:1-2
For
here
we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come.
Through
him then let us continually offer up a
sacrifice of praise to God,
that is, the
fruit of lips that acknowledge his name.
Do not neglect to do good
and to
share what you have,
for such sacrifices
are pleasing to God.
Hebrews 13:14-16
For the mountains may depart
and the hills be
removed,
but my steadfast love
shall not depart from you,
and my
covenant of peace shall not be removed,
says the Lord, who has compassion on you.
Isaiah 54:10
Monday, August 27, 2012
A Little Happy...
In case you were worried that I sat at home all weekend crying into my socks about Mom's birthday, I'll give you a little rundown of how we handled the occasion as a family.
We ate (of course!). Instead of the normal family dinner at Mom & Dad's house we went to Olive Garden. Who doesn't feel better about life & the world in general when they have a belly full of noodles?
Beth & I were there, too. We were just too busy snapping pics of everyone else to actually get in any pics ourselves. It was a nice dinner with a sweet waitress & even sweeter fellowship. Balm for our souls.
And Aunt Ruth shared an answer to prayer. She has Lupus (like my Mom) but she has had it manifest itself in some different ways. She almost lost her vision this past year due to sudden, severe dryness of the eyes. She has been carefully treated & monitored by an excellent eye doctor. She has progressed well & just this week she was told that she is nearly fully recovered & can now space her check-ups out to every six months rather than every two months. God is good.
And as my Monday morning dawned today, my last Monday at my job, I was tempted to be very sad & more than a little angry that I have no choice in this situation. But then I heard the raindrops falling on our roof & I couldn't help but rejoice in another answered prayer - almost an entire inch of rain fell this morning. Hallelujah!
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Happy Birthday To My Momma
Happy birthday, Momma...I'm holding my memories of your loveliness close in my heart.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Six Months...A Somber Milestone
Six months ago today I woke up to a nightmare. And truthfully, some days, sometimes even most days, I feel like I'm still trapped in a nightmare. Dad's frantic voice over the phone...the numb horror of realizing Mom was already gone with no last minute goodbye, no last hug, no last touch...when six hours earlier I had been talking with her on the phone. It all happened so fast. She was just gone.
And the past six months have crawled by. I know that in time the Lord will help me deal with this grief. I'm not angry anymore (at least not most of the time). I can get out of bed, go to work, fix dinner, clean the house, fold laundry. I can function most of the time. Most of the time you could look at me & never know the sadness that I still carry around in my heart, trying to choke out my joy. Sometimes it wins, but not always. The Lord's grace is always with me & there have been so many faithful friends & family who have prayed. I know it's so because I've been helped.
Over & over today I've rehearsed the different things I'd say to Mom if I could. It reminds me of when I was in college. I would talk to Mom every Sunday night. During the week I'd list all the different things I wanted to tell her about or ask her about. I didn't want to forget anything because my mom was the type of mom that you could tell stuff to. And Mom knew all of my stuff. If I could talk to her today I'd say...
~I miss you. Every day. And I cry so much - I know you wouldn't really like that. I need your 'stiff upper lip' lecture.
~I'm losing my job, Mom. What am I supposed to do now? I'm trying not to freak out but it's really hard.
~We're trying to get stuff together to do a craft fair. I wish you could come visit us there...I always loved it when you showed up to my stuff. Because you always did.
~I got my hair cut short! I finally did it. I know you wanted me to do it ages ago; I was just too chicken. I wish you could see it. And I've decided to embrace the gray; the dye has been kicked to the curb! You'd be happy to see my silver streaks!
~Sometimes in church I stop singing so that I can listen for your voice. Sometimes I swear I can hear you. And it's the prettiest sound I've ever heard.
~I'm starting to despair of my housekeeping abilities. How in the world did you keep our house so clean & uncluttered?! I need your help.
~I didn't get any flowers planted in the front bed this year. You weren't here to go to the Apple House with me to pick them out. I got rid of the weeds but it's just this huge blank spot without you to help.
~Dad told me that I could have your purple leather purse. I've been carrying it everywhere. Every place I see purple I think of you & how it was your favorite color.
~Your birthday is Saturday. I think I will make a white cake from a box with butter cream frosting made with margarine - just like you liked it.
~I love you. So much. You were the best momma a girl could have had. I miss your quiet, confident faith & steady guidance. You never spoke loudly or acted forcefully but you had tremendous impact. I hope someday that I can be just a tiny bit of the wonderful that you were.
| August 2011 Mom's Birthday |
| Holiday World Family Vacay 2011 Showing off our Skee Ball winnings. |
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
A Life Changing Announcement...
Lately I've been kind of hiding out. I had some news to share but it was the kind of news that you can't broadcast to the general public (or even to your close blogging friends) without making sure that all parties involved were notified.
And no, I'm not pregnant.
And no, my marriage isn't in crisis, we aren't changing churches, selling our house, or anything like that.
I'm losing my job.
The news wasn't wholly unexpected. Our pharmacy has always been a small one. We have always had less than 20 customers.
Just a quick note for those of you who don't know me in the real world: I don't often talk about the details of my job but I am a Nuclear Pharmacy Technician for Cardinal Health. For the next 10 days, that is.
Anyway, we're small, always have been. But in the last year our business has shrunk even more. So has the business in our field, overall. I'm not sure what all the factors are that play into the loss of business & it would likely bore you if I tried to explain what I do know. The bottom line is that I will be officially unemployed as of September 1st.
It's a weird feeling. I wish that I could say that I'm full of enthusiasm about all of the new opportunities I could pursue. But honestly I kind of feel like the hits just keep coming & that this has been the worst year of my life. That's just my dumb emotions talking & nobody wants to listen to their whining. Instead I've been trying to think of the things about my job that I won't miss - the long solitary drives (sometimes in scary winter weather), the early morning shift, the long afternoons when I usually don't have much to do, cleaning the pharmacy & surveying for contamination (my least favorite job), billing, filing...
And I'm trying not to think about the things I'll miss - drawing up doses, running quality control tests on the drugs, processing white blood cell labeling tests, my funny all-male coworkers...
*sigh* Change is painful but God knows I'd probably never leave this job unless He moved me. I suppose He wants to move me.
As far as future plans go, I'm just not sure. I was blessed to receive a severance package so there is a little less urgency about finding another job. I have made myself many checklists of projects that need to be completed. I'm going to spring clean our house, Dad's house, & both of our cars. I'm going to make a couple of lunch dates with friends. I'm going to have my friend Missy visit for a few days (all the way from Vienna - yeehaw!).
One of the most exciting plans I have for September will be to help Mike get ready for our first festival. We will be setting up a booth at a nearby fall festival to sell some Christmas ornaments & other varied crafts. Stay tuned for more details of Young Archer Woodcrafts. I can't wait to share some pics of what we're making & all the details of where you can see our products! It's been a long time coming & the free time that I'm going to have is giving us the extra push we need to get things underway.
I'm grateful that I don't walk the path of this life alone. The Lord has already given me some good promises from His word about how He leads His children. I know He is faithful. I hope that I can be faithful to Him & not worry & fret during this time of change. I'm also grateful He's given me Mike. His patience & calm spirit have been such a help during my freak outs. Yeah, those happen. I'm quite given to freak outs - anybody else? If you think of it, keep us in your prayers, bloggy friends. We appreciate it more than you know.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
'Zag, Pharm Girl Style
All of my life I've been a fan of food. There's no surprise in that statement, is there?!
Anyway, I like food. And pasta is food & lasagna is pasta & so that means I'm a fan of lasagna (affectionately referred to as 'zag).
Still with me?
As I've gotten older & become much less grossed out by things like vegetables, I've taken the meat out of my 'zag & replaced it with veggies. Our go to recipe for 'zag includes ricotta, mozzarella, mushrooms, & spinach. Usually I have frozen spinach but I've discovered that if you get fresh mushrooms & fresh spinach, saute them up with a little olive oil & butter - oh my! You'll never get a bag of frozen spinach ever again!
This past Saturday at the farmer's market I saw several stands with some lovely little eggplant (eggplants?). The only time I have successfully cooked with eggplant I made a huge dish of vegetable moussaka. It was fabulous but took approximately 23 1/2 hours to make. Slight exaggeration, but you get the idea. It was scrumptious but very involved & definitely not weeknight cooking. But that eggplant just looked so pretty there at the market & I was itching to buy one but just not sure what to do with it other than admire it for being so purple & pretty. So I asked one of the vendors & she told me that she likes to use eggplant for lasagna rolls. Hmmm...sounds good to me! She explained that if you buy a small eggplant, slice it quite thinly, & roast it with a little bit of olive oil before 'zagging it up, that it isn't necessary to salt it & do that whole mess when you have to draw out the bitter stuff. I was convinced that I could do it so I grabbed a pretty little purple guy & last night I got to 'zag making.
| The 'zag on the left is the roasted eggplant 'zag; the 'zag on the right is our usual standby. |
Anyway, I'm not going to give you a real recipe-recipe. I'll just give you a synopsis, in case you want to give the eggplant in your farmer's market a little try!
Slice the eggplant thinly & arrange on a baking sheet. Coat lightly with olive oil. Put it in the oven at 400 degrees for about 10 minutes a side. Make sure it's getting quite tender. In the meantime, cook enough 'zag noodles to make a bottom layer & a top layer in your baking dish. Also, gather your ricotta, mozzarella, mushrooms, sauce (we use Ragu Super Chunky Mushroom) & some Italian seasoning is a good idea, too. When your eggplant is ready, just layer your 'zag in the pan. I put some sauce on the bottom, the noodles, then a mishmash of eggplant, the cheese, the 'shrooms, the seasoning, & the sauce. Then put on your top layer of noodles & this is when I pour on a ton of sauce. I don't know why; I just do it that way. And then I top it with a lot of mozzarella. You can never go wrong with lots of mozzarella. Bake at 350 for 35-45 minutes (depending on how toasty you like your top cheese to get).
Ta Da! Roasted Eggplant 'Zag, Pharm Girl Style!
If you try it & like it, let me know! If you try it & hate it, you don't have to tell me *grin* And if you have any suggestions for how to use eggplant, definitely let me know!
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Hiya!
The days have been a little crazy lately & I've been hiding out, living life & thinking on some things that will come in later posts...but for now, here's some snaps to show you a bit of what's been going on!
| Mike & I celebrated three years of marriage. God is so good. There is no other man on earth for me. |
| Drives for my job have taken me past this building several times. I wish I worked in a building that had flowers cascading over it. Such beauty. |
| Other drives for work had me commuting to the Big City for a week. I'm glad, glad, glad that it's over. Interstate highways & construction just don't mix well. |
| We've been eating good stuff like this southern Indiana grown melon from The Big Peach. Thanks, Dad! |
| And this is the grand sum total of our harvest (so far!) of our 14 tomato plants. Yep, 14 plants & 2 tomatoes. Summer isn't over yet! |
| I've driven to work under skies this brilliant... |
| & ended the day on our front porch gazing at skies this full of fire. |
| We've been getting some projects done... |
| like this cedar 'house' for our lawn mower & some tools. I'm crazy happy that we no longer have a lawn mower on our front porch! |
| We've had a couple of rainy moments...but no rainy days. The drought of 2012 drags on, trying, building, & stretching the faith of so many of us. |
| They predicted rain for today. We got about three minutes of downpour this morning but nothing else so far. Will it or won't it? Only God knows. |
And that's the news from our corner of the world!
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