Category: Grief

  • Grief Compounded

    We all feel it, we all experience it, we all find a way to deal with it.  Some seem to glide through while others seem to get stuck in quicksand.  But no one gets to avoid it.  Grief is something we all encounter at some point in our lives.  Someone we love passes away and we are left with a void which cannot be filled.  If that is not enough, we can find our grief compounding.  Little things which would not have otherwise hurt us much now make a huge impact.  Small changes have a much larger meaning.  Changing our home or getting new neighbors can throw off the whole dynamic.  Larger changes have a much larger impact.  Divorces, health problems, children or grandchildren going off to college, or job changes can all pose a greater challenge.  They can evoke emotions we are not expecting.  To top it all off, dealing with the pandemic layers on our grief in an often unbearable thickness.  When we are forced to change our regular habits that order our day, it can feel devastating.  

    If you are feeling this way, know that you are not alone.  There is nothing wrong with you.  What you are experiencing is normal and expected in times like these.  You have lost someone you love.  You are trying to figure out what it means to move forward without this person in your life.  It can feel like venturing through a strange and unfamiliar land with no map and no clear direction.  Anything that you approach can feel even more difficult.  It is okay.  You are not alone in your journey.  This is not unusual.  These times may be difficult and unusual, but you do not face this alone.  

    As you travel this journey of grief, be kind to yourself.  Allow yourself to grieve.  Know that it is okay to be angry about your current situation.  It is okay to be mad that things are not normal and that your normal has been balled up and thrown in the trash can.  It is okay to feel lost and not know where the next step will take you.  Don’t try to move too fast through the journey – it isn’t helpful.  Don’t worry about other people’s timeline.  It doesn’t matter what a family member did when she lost her spouse.  It doesn’t have any impact how quickly he was getting out and doing things after losing his loved one.  You are not them.  They are not you.  You are traveling this journey in your time and in your way.  Other people’s journey and timeline does not impact you.  You are okay.  Go at your pace.  Find your rhythm.  

    On this grief journey, it is helpful to stay tuned to the goodness that is around.  There are small yet powerful ways that God speaks to us in our grief.  It may be the song of a bird that reminds us of our loved one.  It may be a sunrise or a gentle breeze.  It may be the sound of rain on our roof or the majestic thunder that awakens us to life.  There are so many subtle but powerful ways that God is reminding us that we are not forgotten.  We are not alone.  We do not travel this journey without God by our side.  

    For me, most importantly, know that God is with you through it all.  He does not adhere to social distancing.  He speaks to us when we cannot hear any other.  He has ways of reaching out to us when we don’t know where else to turn.  I pray you feel his presence today.  I pray he fills you with his love and reminds you of just how precious you are.  And I pray he brings you peace on your journey – if just for a moment.

  • Today is Enough – GRIEF POST

    Grief is hard.  It just is.  Learning to live without the person you love makes life really difficult.  We don’t often know how it will look or what it will be like.  We also don’t want to find out.  The unknown, the upcoming can be frightening and overwhelming.  When life seems to turn everything upside down and there isn’t a right side up any longer, what do you do?  Where do you go?  What’s next?

    The answer may surprise you…nothing.  Nothing is what is next.  Sure, you have things to do.  There are still details to deal with.  There are papers to sign and things to file.  Your loved one’s clothes are probably still in the closet.  You need to eat and take care of yourself.  But what’s next is up to you…and it can be nothing for today.  In other words, you do not need to worry about how tomorrow looks.  You do not need to stress out about how you will make it without your loved one.  You do not need to focus on how you will move forward in your life.  You do not need to think about any of that.  When you are dealing with grief, you simply need to be.  You do not need to measure yourself against someone else that has lost someone.  You do not need to worry about those people who tell you how long it will take to get over someone.  You do not need to listen to those who want to overwhelm you with advice on where to go and what to do.  You are not required to do any of it.  You are grieving and that is, in itself, enough.  Nothing else is required.  You can free yourself from the normal chores.  Just simply be.  You need to grieve in your way and in your time.

    There is no magic prescription that will alleviate the pain.  There is no timeline that is guaranteed to make things better.  Things will not return to their previous normal.  Your life is forever changed.  And yet, the sun will rise tomorrow.  You will figure your way through the maze.  You will find your way through the journey of grief.  There are many people who can walk with you.  There are friends and family who can support you.  There are groups to help you realize you are not alone.  But ultimately, this is your journey.  The next step and the future ahead will be at your time and your pace.  So be gentle on yourself.  Today is enough.  It is okay to just grieve today.

    There is something I do want you to hear as you begin to travel your grief journey…You are not alone.  I say this often because we forget.  We get caught up and it seems so lonely.  But you are not alone.  You have support.  You are loved.  Beyond all of this (and most importantly), God is with you.  The One who created you, gave you life and breath, and watches over you has not left you.  And he is not about to leave you now.  You can rest in his presence.   You don’t need to do anything for his love.  He offers it because you are his child.  You do not have be presentable in his presence, he knows your heart.  He loves you as you are and will not leave you in your time of greatest need.

    I pray today that you feel his presence.  I pray you are wrapped tight in his love.  And I pray that you know that he will not leave you.  Be gentle, be loved, and just be.  Today’s grief is enough.

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  • New Life is Beginning…Easter Sunday

    You cannot fully appreciate the resurrection of Sunday until you have been through the darkness of Friday and the silence of Saturday.  You do not know what joy it brings to have new life until you have seen the old life die.  You cannot grasp the gravity of the defeat of death until you have wallowed in the grief of the grave.  You cannot fully understand life until you have experienced life taken.  You cannot embrace the love of Christ until you begin to see that this Love was willing to die for you.

    We absolutely celebrate this Easter Sunday that Jesus is arisen – he is arisen indeed!  But that celebration follows the heavy, dark, deep grief of the last two days.  For just a moment, we have to put ourselves in the place of the disciples.  Their lives have been destroyed, moment by moment, as Jesus was beaten, battered, and eventually hung on a cross to die.  Jesus breathed his last breath.  Take that in for a moment.  Jesus breathed his last breath.  The Creator and Sustainer of life had no life.  He was put to death.  He was put to death and no one really fully understood why.  No one really got it.  It was a rush, an opportunity by the authorities to get this done, to pull one over while the chance offered itself.  If you get rid of the problem, everything goes back to normal, right?  If you can stop the one that is making trouble and challenging the control, then all will resume, surely.  Jesus was taking away control from those that had the clutches on control.  Controlling people was their specialty.  They may have even tried to control…God?  But Jesus had none of that.  Now he is dead, though.  He is dead and control is back where it belongs.  Except it is not.  Nothing will ever be the same again.  Jesus may be dead, but that is not the end of the story.  The disciples don’t know that.  They didn’t understand there was more to the story.  They didn’t get that this was the end of a chapter, not the end of the book.  There was more.  There is more.  But the disciples and Mary, Mary Magdalene, Martha, Lazarus…all they see is defeat, death, the tomb.  It had all happened so fast and now everyone is reeling from it all.  Everyone.  What is next?

    For the Marys, it is time to prepare the body.  That is what is next.  Passover has concluded, they can now do what their tradition holds for them to do.  It is part of their duty and yet it brings such peace – a sense of being able to do one last thing for Jesus.  As difficult as it is, they would have it no other way.  Jesus deserved the best and they would give that to him.  Except, they couldn’t.  He wasn’t there.

    Matthew 28:1-10 *scripture included below*

    It is Easter Sunday so you know…He IS risen.  But look at all the activity that took place for those first to the tomb, for those that were up early to serve.  They caught a glimpse of the mystery, they were invited into the Holy, they became a part of the unveiling.  God was NOT done yet.  A messenger brings what we consider good news – but what must have seemed like absolutely confusing and strange – even fearful news at the time.  He is not here.  Such a simple few words with more meaning that our minds can possibly comprehend – HE IS NOT HERE.  Where is he?  What happened?  What do you mean he is not here?  Who moved him?  What could possibly be going on?  Why is he not here?  And what do we do about this?  Then the news…he has been raised.  Raised from what?  Raised from the ground?  Taken to higher ground?  Raised higher in the tomb?  Taken to a safer place?  Not here and raised…what does this even mean?  Then the words…Come and see.  See for yourself what has happened.  See where he was and where he is no more.  Come over, get a closer look, and experience the mystery…experience what God has done.  He is NOT here!

    And now they are told to go.  Come and see – experience, take it in – allow it to wash over you like a shower of forgiveness.  And now go.  Go tell, go see for him for yourself.  Go tell the others what you have seen and what has happened…and then go meet him.  He is waiting for you.

    Matthew tells us that they left with fear and great joy.  That seems like a mix of emotions.  I bet they were a ball of nervous and confused energy.  What do we do with this?  What does this mean?  We saw him die, we know he died.  How can he be alive?  What has happened?  Excitement, fear, joy, sorrow, highs, lows and everything in between -all rolled into a ball as big as the stone that covered the tomb.  Except it has been moved.  Jesus knew this.  Jesus knew these women better than anyone.  He knew their heart, their sincerity, their love.  He knew their grief, he watched them mourn at his very feet.  He understood the weight of what had been poured down as his blood trickled right before their very eyes.  He got it.  And so he meets them on the way – for assurance, for guidance – but most of all, for love.  This was not the end, this is the turn of the chapter, a new life has begun.

    Our new life has begun.  In the middle of the turmoil, despite the darkness, in the center of our fears, new life is beginning.  Jesus is risen and that means something today – just like it meant something to Mary, Mary and the disciples.  It means hope has been restored.  It means the light has not been extinguished.  It means there is still life – and life forevermore.  Death does not have the final say, God does.  The devil does not have the ultimate hold, Jesus does.  Hatred, fear, anger do not have to rule our hearts – love can – love will – love does.  Love overwhelms and shines light in the dark places.  Love conquers – love wins.  Jesus brings new life.

    So, if you feel the darkness and the heaviness – if you are weighed down by the destruction, the mess that has too long wreaked havoc in your life, the hatred that has filled your very heart, and anger that has overtaken your mind – this is not the end.  You are not defeated.  You are no longer captive to your sin.  You are no longer a slave.  You are not captured, but you are set free.  Because Jesus arose, light has shone brighter than the noonday.  Because Jesus arose, you have the opportunity for life – real, true life.  You have the opportunity for freedom and joy.  You can have peace.  Darkness does not have to be all you see.  Because Jesus arose, he brings love where love has never been welcomed – into our hearts.  Jesus is alive.  Is HE alive in you?

    Jesus died so that we would have life.  If you are tired and longing for real life, seek Jesus.  If you are overwhelmed and beat up, find Jesus – he is waiting.  He died for you so that you would not live in the misery.  Jesus heals, your heart and your life.  Today, may we invite Jesus to live in us, through us, and with us.  May his Spirit guide our steps.  May his love wash over us and spill out everywhere we go.  And may he set us free – for he truly redeems.  Seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened, ask and you shall receive – Jesus is waiting for you today.  Blessings as he changes your life forever.

    Scripture Reference:  Matthew 28:1-10

    After the sabbath, as the first day of the week was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. And suddenly there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord, descending from heaven, came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothing white as snow. For fear of him the guards shook and became like dead men. But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid; I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for he has been raised, as he said. Come, see the place where he[a] lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples, ‘He has been raised from the dead,[b] and indeed he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him.’ This is my message for you.” So they left the tomb quickly with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them and said, “Greetings!” And they came to him, took hold of his feet, and worshiped him. 10 Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.”

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  • The Silence…Holy Saturday

    There is an eerie silence in the air.  It is almost as if the world has stopped moving, time is standing still and the earth is holding its breath.  The silence hangs over me, waiting to take me over – for there are no words.  I am not sure what to even do next.  Why can’t this just be a nightmare I can wake up from?  Why does it have to continue?  What do I do without the one that called me to the light?  What does it all mean with Jesus dead?  Was it all for nothing?  Has the light been extinguished?  Am I no longer a Child of the Light?  And there is silence…no answer, no peace, nothing but silence.  I want to go back to bed and cover my head and pretend it never happened.  But it did – I saw, I experience, I am changed.

    They killed Jesus.  We killed Jesus.  The man that brought such love to this world is gone.  Does that mean love ends?  Does that mean there is no hope for this world?  I can’t possibly go back to doing things the way I had before I met him.  I can’t find a way to believe what I did before he changed me.  I can’t worship the way I once did.  Jesus is dead and I am lost.

    I have also heard that Judas is dead.  He was the reason I met Jesus in the first place.  He was the one that reached out to me to introduce this new way to live.  I do not understand what happened to him.  All that took place was so unlike him.  I knew him to be a good guy.  He sat at the same table as Jesus.  He had his feet washed just like everyone else.  I saw how he looked at Jesus and it was not with hatred, but with a longing to belong.  He wasn’t cruel and he wasn’t filled with hate.  Something took over  for him to bring all those soldiers to Jesus.  And I can’t even talk to him about it.  He is dead.

    I sit at my kitchen table unable to eat.  I can’t sleep – the images of what has happened burned into my mind.  It feels like a heavy weight on my chest and my breathing is labored.  I do not know what to do.  So I sit in silence and wait.  Wait for what I do not know.  But I wait.

    Focus Scripture: John 19:38-42

    38 After these things, Joseph of Arimathea, who was a disciple of Jesus, though a secret one because of his fear of the Jews, asked Pilate to let him take away the body of Jesus. Pilate gave him permission; so he came and removed his body. 39 Nicodemus, who had at first come to Jesus by night, also came, bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, weighing about a hundred pounds. 40 They took the body of Jesus and wrapped it with the spices in linen cloths, according to the burial custom of the Jews. 41 Now there was a garden in the place where he was crucified, and in the garden there was a new tomb in which no one had ever been laid. 42 And so, because it was the Jewish day of Preparation, and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there.

    The Silence Giclee Print by Henry Fuseli at AllPosters_com

    The Silence by Henry Fuseli

  • You are LOVED

    February is a time when we think of love.  Cupids appear, cards fly off the shelves, and candy with flowers is the staple.  How better to express love than with little chocolates and roses?  This is the time of year when people talk about their valentine and love should be in the air, or at least that is what the commercials tell us.  It can be a beautiful time if you have bought the “right” gift or if you are with the “right” person.  Overall, though, it can be an overwhelming time for many.  There are those who have not found their love yet, those who are miserable with the ones they are with, those who do not want to celebrate something they do not feel…and then there are those who struggle because their love is no longer here.  Grieving the loss of a loved one can make this holiday even more challenging.  With all these discussions of love and relationships, it can seem to be a cruel time rather than a celebration.  And we could just skip over it, ignore it all.  Or, it could be a time that we are reminded just how much we are loved.

    This could be the right time to remember how much we were loved by the one we are missing so much. Whether we are missing our spouse, child, parent, or friend, this is a time we can remember the love that was shared.  We can remember the times when we shared a good belly laugh and had a great time.  We can remember special moments that only we would understand.  We can give thanks for the love that was given to us and that continues to grow within us.

    Love is not over.  Death does not stop love or end it.  Our love changes in the way we express it, but it does not change in the way we feel.  Love changes, but it does not end.  In the Bible, we are given an example of love that seems out of reach.  1 Corinthians 13 is an often quoted scripture but we never seem to grasp the enormity of the love.  In summary, we read that love is patient, kind, does not envy, does not boast, is not proud, is not self-seeking, is not easily angered…and it doesn’t stop there.  But what I think is transformative is this:  love always hopes, always perseveres, and love never fails.  Death does not take love away.  Love never fails.  That is powerful.  Consider that your love never fails…and the love given to you doesn’t either.

    Remember that you are loved.  You are still very much loved.  No matter where you find yourself during this time, love has not left you.  We are also told in the Bible that God is love.  Since love never fails, neither does God.  He has not left us nor abandoned us.  His presence may not seem always apparent, but that does not mean we are alone.  We are loved beyond measure and this love is unconditional.  We have not earned it.  We do not do enough to deserve it.  God simply loves because that is who HE is.

    This Valentine’s Day, regardless of where you find yourself in your grief journey, take a moment to remember the love you have been given.  Celebrate the love that has been shared with you and continues to grow in you.  Remember that love is not over and death cannot steal this love.  Love never fails.  And God’s love is the most powerful love ever…and this love is offered to you.  You are loved.

  • New Year: Treasured Memories

    When we begin a new year, there are familiar themes that pop up.  We can count on seeing commercials for popular weight loss products and programs.  There will definitely be promotions for exercise equipment for your home.  Local gyms will run specials to entice people to sign up.  This is all in an effort to attract those that feel like the beginning of the year is the time to do all the things that have been neglected.  This will be a new year with a new you – or at least that is how it is advertised.  This is the time to start over and get the body or the life or the health that we have always dreamed about.  There are, of course, challenges to all of this.  Apparently you have to show up to the gym and work out regularly, not just sign up.  That seems to be a problem.  And evidently you have to continue to eat healthy or follow the program longer than a few weeks, even though the cake and pizza is still calling.  And you have to follow the new program way longer than was initially planned.  Finally, what if you simply don’t want to be new?  What if you liked the old, you were comfortable where you were, and you would simply like to go back to those things?

    When we grieve, there are often thoughts and desires to just want things to go back to the way they were before.  We want to have our loved one back.  We want things to return to normal, the way they were before he got sick.  We want to go back to the times when she was still here and we could talk and laugh.  We just want things back to the way they were and forget this new you talk.  And we don’t want anything else new.  We want old because old brought us comfort.

    The problem is that we can’t go back and we are forced to move forward in some way.  We are pushed into this new year, often kicking and screaming.  But I want you to consider moving into this new year with a little old and a little new.  It is a compromise since you are required to move forward anyway.  For the little old, you are given something treasured.  You are given something that is special and comes at just the right time.  You are given something that doesn’t require anyone else and doesn’t have to be forced.  You are given the gift of treasured memories.  There are special times and moments in your life that continue to live on in you that no one can take from you.  You are given the gift of trips and experiences that you had with your loved one that continue to encourage and make you smile, laugh and sometimes cry.  You carry these into the new year because they mean something to you and you don’t have to give them up.  Actually, you can do things to help you remember.  As you move into the new year, you can create new memories from the old.  You can frame a special picture and hang it in a place where you are always reminded.  You can take a special arrangement to the cemetery or a special memorial location.  You can create a new tradition that helps you to treasure a memory.  The possibilities are endless.

    The importance is that as you move into the new year, you carry those memories with you.  You do not have to create a whole new you.  Your life is not moving on without your loved one completely because you are packed with memories and treasures.  You move on with these gifts that help you create new memories without forgetting the old.  Things change but the old is not forgotten.  You move forward but you have a lifetime of joys you bring with you.  So as you start this brand new year, find ways to do this with your most treasured gifts.  It can be a new year with treasured memories.

    May God bless you and keep you…may his face shine upon you and bring you peace…may he bless you with beautiful memories and new opportunities…and may your new year bring joy beginning with the joys that are already a part of you.

  • Caregivers…YOU are a gift

    You are seen…you are heard…appreciated, valued, loved…overworked, overwhelmed…precious, gifted, treasured… You have the most difficult job that I know.  You are a caregiver.

    Caregivers rarely get credit, accolades, recognition.  They are often the unseen gifts, left unopened on Christmas morning, but the most valuable of anything under the tree.  Those you care for often are not able to express their gratitude.  For those that care for family with memory loss, there is most often no ability by their loved one to say thank you and sometimes comes out as hatefulness instead.  For those that care for the dying, it is all your loved ones can do to take the next breath and speaking thanks just isn’t an option.  For those that are there, day in and day out, with children of mental disabilities, they do not have the capacity to understand that sacrifice and love you are giving (although they KNOW deep down they are loved by you).  It is most often a thankless, unseen, underappreciated place in life.  But it is also the most COURAGEOUS act.

    It takes courage to get up each day to love and care for others.  There are days that seem to drag on with demands that are too much.  There are moments that you just need to find your own breath.  And as much as I talk about taking a break, many of you simply do not have the option of taking time for yourself.  You are consumed by the position you fill.

    All of that being said…I want you to hear “THANK YOU”.  Thank you for your sacrifice.  Thank you for giving of your life to care for those that you love and that love you.  Thank you for the moments you could have spent on yourself and instead, you gave of yourself.  Thank you for the times when you were having to do difficult tasks in the face of much opposition but you carried on because you loved so very much. Thank you for loving with your whole self…with all you had to give…and still giving.  Thank you!  YOU are a gift.

    And…YOU are seen.  We see you…mom that is caring for children that will never be able to care for themselves… Dads that are taking care of moms that have lost the ability to function…  Children that are caring for parents that can no longer call their names and don’t recognize your face any longer… Families that are taking turns feeding and clothing and bathing… Friends that sit at bedsides so families can find some sense of rest… WE SEE YOU.  And YOU are a gift.

    As a pastor and grief counselor, I have the privilege to watch caregivers at work. They are often quiet, unnoticed, and simply doing what they know needs to be done.  But they are there…loving when loving is the toughest.  And I couldn’t be more grateful for those that love like this.  My prayer is that God renews the strength of those that are caring for others.  May God hold up those that do not know if they can carry on.  May God fill these servants with peace.  May God wrap them with love.  And may God remind them that they are seen and we are grateful.

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  • Be My Guest? Grief makes itself at home…

    You may have people in your life that show up unexpectedly.  Out of nowhere, here they come.  They make themselves at home, take up space on your couch, and seem to stay way past their welcome.  They demand attention and disrupt your normal schedule.  As much as you would like for them to leave, they seem to have made themselves a permanent fixture.  After a while, they may remind you they are there, but you learn to work with them. It can be frustrating, but you just make room and accept.  It’s at that point they finally leave and come back only to visit.  You breathe relief.

    This is a picture I have of grief…the unwelcome visitor.  Grief comes and makes a space in our lives.  We could lock the doors and shut the blinds and pretend we are not home.  But eventually, we have to answer the door.  At some point, we have to be willing to allow grief to enter so that we can move on…we don’t want to be shut up in our homes forever.  And while grief may be unwelcome, it serves a purpose…it actually is necessary.  Grief allows us to mourn what has been lost.  We work through the death of someone we love…we process the change in our world…we remember the life we had…we experience the good and the not so good when we grieve.

    For some, grief stays around for what seems to be a long time.  It takes a while to work through the loss.  There are days that go well and days that do not.  There are times when we can go to that event and times when leaving the house is not an option.  There are days when we feel like we are past all of this and days when we wonder if it will ever get better.  It is part of the process, the journey.  Our guest is with us as we work through it all.  And that is okay.  For others, grief comes and goes in brief but abrupt visits.  But know that grief visits all, there are not exceptions.

    For those that have the unexpected guest taking up residence…hear that it does get better.  The guest, grief, begins to show up a little less often (although almost always a surprise at every arrival).  The sun does eventually shine a little more.  Things do improve, if only in glimpses.  So be gentle with yourself.  Your guest is there to help you through it all.  And you are not alone in your journey.  Way more people are dealing with grief than you will ever know.  We all deal with it in our own way and our own time.  So maybe it is time to open the door, welcome the guest in, and begin the journey.  There is hope and a new day waiting.

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    Emma “guarding” the door…no guests allowed

  • Christmas Do-Over

     

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    Sights and Sounds of Christmas

    It is almost time for Christmas!  It is time for the last minute rush and the kitchen ovens to be fired up.  I love Christmas.  I love the sights and the sounds…the smells of food and Christmas trees bring me so much excitement, even now.  I look forward to time with family and an opportunity to see people I don’t get a chance to see often during the year.  Christmas is good…except when it is not.  Like when someone who should be sitting at the  table isn’t because they have died.  Or when someone you love so much is suffering in the hospital.  Or when there are disputes in the family over seemingly stupid stuff.  Or when you are alone and Christmas just isn’t Christmas anymore.  Those are the times when we long for a Christmas do-over…either to fix what we have or to go back to where we were.

    One of my favorite memories of Christmas time growing up was at my Grandma’s house.  She was, and still is, an amazing cook.  Christmas was a time of desserts…sweets…chocolates…pies…all the stuff I so enjoy…love…crave…seek.  There are special foods that she only made at Christmas.  Because she cooked so many desserts (like a whole buffet of desserts…it was amazing), she would start early and then would put the desserts that were complete in her back bedroom.  This was a spare bedroom and it was one of the coldest rooms in the house.  She would have desserts spread all over that room.  It was like Christmas when I would walk in her house and she told me I could go in that room (yes, I asked permission…I wasn’t willing to risk the chance of not getting to enjoy the sweets).  To see all the goodies wrapped up, smelling good, and calling my name.  I could tell that they were calling me specifically…that I needed to test them out and make sure they were good enough for the rest of the family…I felt it was my duty to check out the food just in case something wasn’t up to standards (As if that would ever happen).  So she would let me taste test a few of the candies that were in that room.  That was Christmas.

    I often think about if I could just go back…if I could just re-create moments like those.  Grandma still cooks and she still has that house.  She doesn’t cook that many desserts any more and doesn’t store them there.  But, she could.  The problem is that we don’t get Christmas do-overs or repeats.  Those were experiences of my childhood.  I can create some variation of it, but one of the things that made it so special is that it is from my childhood.  Memories like these are…just that – memories.  They need to stay sweet memories in my mind because they continue to bring me so much joy.

    So, I think that Christmas is still good – even when it’s not.  It is just that I am making memories as an adult now.  I am making memories with my kids and wife.  I am making memories with family and I am learning the value of treasuring each moment.  Next year’s Christmas won’t be the same.  This Christmas is what I have…as fun or as challenging as it might be.  So, this Christmas I hope to savor each moment…to breathe and look around…to take in all the sights and sounds (even if they include the beeping of machines in the hospital)…and I will treasure the blessings of this day…for it will not be like this again.

    May the sights and sounds of Christmas bring you much joy.  Merry Christmas!img_0623

  • Why aren’t you here?

    My Dad has been on my mind a little more than usual lately.  Here are my struggles with his loss…even now.  I hope that this helps someone else that may be struggling this Christmas with the loss of their loved one…

    Why aren’t you here?  My heart asks…as I search deep for answers.  I see struggles and conflicts…things you would have resolved.  Where are you with the advice that I seek and need?  Where are you with the help that I look for?  I miss the directions when I am lost (which still happens all too often).  I miss you being here to check out the boys that my girls bring home…to give them your third degree and harassment as you had planned.  And although it didn’t seem like I followed what you said (because you know I like to blaze my own path), I really did always listen.  When I see a picture or think of something you did, my heart aches a little.  Why aren’t you here?  You should be here.  I struggle sometimes because I think there is still work that you were to do and now you are not here to do it.  I see things left undone that you would have tackled and I wonder…am I really suppose to take care of that?  The thought of “God needed you more than we did” really doesn’t bring me comfort because I don’t believe that.  You are needed here…still.  I miss making fun of your sometimes tacky apparel (even though you were trying to be stylish).  I miss your denial that you were losing your hearing…knowing all the time you didn’t hear half the conversations that were going on.  I miss your kind heart and your gentle spirit…with a fight that never gave up.  It would be comforting to hear you say that you are proud of me…knowing that if you said it, you meant it.  We rarely saw eye to eye and disagreed about most everything.  But, we both enjoyed the challenge – and in the end, I grew because of those debates.  And my heart screams…WHY AREN’T YOU HERE?

    I don’t know the answer…I guess I never will.  What I do have though are the memories.  I have the advice that you did give stored away in my heart and yes, I even use it sometimes.  I see the fruits of your labor all around me.  I still talk to people who had their lives changed because of something you said or did.  I enjoy shocking people by how much I look like you.  I am trying to pick up where you left off…yet in true “Brad style”…you know the style that drove you crazy.  That makes me laugh a little…or a lot.  I love to talk about what a great man you were…and I even get a little enjoyment when my girls make fun of the way I dress.  While I will never be you…nor would you want me to…I want to continue on the ministry…blazing that trail…and thanking God that I am privileged to be a Mitchell.  I don’t know why you aren’t here…but I am sure glad God saw fit to send you here for the years that you were.  I am the man I am because of you….Thank you.

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