To all who reside and drive in the Washington DC Metropolitan Area.
It’s finally happened.
Sarah has her license and is able to drive on her own.
May the Good Lord save us all.
It is true that I am sad and I miss my bff, Jill. A lot.
It is true that my muscles and joints are sore and I had a wicked headache today, which I was able to sleep off with the help of Motrin and my beloved who, when I asked him, “could we all talk quietly for an hour so that I can take a nap and try to sleep off this migraine?” stomped (his usual walk, by the way) to the top of the stairs and hollered out (not once, not twice, but three times), “EVERYONE BE QUIET AND KEEP IT DOWN…MOM’S TRYING TO NAP BECAUSE SHE HAS A MIGRAINE!!!!”
LOL. Gotta love that man. There is nothing quiet or unmanly about him. Which is, I’m sure, what attracted me to him in the first place.
So, after all the hollering died down, I was able to take a cat nap for about 10 minutes, wake up, gauge that while better…still had a headache, and promptly fell asleep for an hour. An hour! And I woke up oh. so. much. better.
Then there is this deal that God and I have going on. That sounds funny as I read it back. But it’s true. There is this ongoing shall-we-say thing in my life that I’m try to get over-with once and for all. It is my deepest, darkest, hugest, ugliest pit and I totally found myself on the edge of it again this week, peering down into the lovely, tastefully decorated, warm-and-inviting (for a mere moment) darkness of it with one foot firmly on a banana peel. So I did what I know Beth Moore would be proud of…I got down on my face and cried out to my God. He answered! Immediately. Firmly. With so many directions to scriptures that I wept with thankfulness and praise!
There was also the caveat. Basically, it was this: “Susan, you must keep your mouth shut.” You see…over this particular issue, I tend to get, well…mouthy about it. I’ll say stuff I don’t need to say. Think about things I don’t need to be thinkin’ on. All of which just digs me deeper in my (purple embellished) pit.
Oh, I tried to skirt the caveat…”but, God, what if I just say…”. No. “But, God, if I only said….”. No. When I had finally exhausted all of my, “what if’s and if only’s” and I stopped blabbering, I had this from Him, “Susan. You must obey me on this. Not. A. Word.”
My tummy was in knots. I confessed to Him that I am totally incapable of keeping me mouth shut! It’s true. Open mouth…I start babbling. I also confessed that I needed His help on this. I can’t do it alone. I can’t do it by myself. Oops…there it is. I’m not supposed to do it by myself. Sigh.
I always forget that part. Thus…the blabbering.
So. Tonight. It happened. The opportunity to blabber. To open mouth and go off. And a totally unexpected, wonderfully amazing thing happened. No blabber. In fact, the entire situation took such a surprising turn…I walked away blessed! Yep. That’s right. Blessed.
Our God is an awesome God. There is a reason He has me jumping ahead to Psalm 103. Over and over. Every day. Not just reading it. Praying it. Out loud.
Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits-
who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
The LORD works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed.
He made known his ways to Moses, his deeds to the people of Israel:
The LORD is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.
…Praise the LORD, O my soul.
This lovely arrived at my front door at exactly 3:00 yesterday afternoon.
The only thing left right now are a few picks sticking out. If the camera were here…I’d take a pic of the pitiful sight it makes.
Good news, though…other than the few Russell ate and the one each I doled out to Shawn and to Sarah…I ate them all myself.
They were worth every stinkin’ calorie.
Thank you T! You made my day!
Our time together as a small group, as we know it, has come to an end. It wasn’t just Jill’s leaving. It was God’s timing. We’ve scrutinized it many times, many ways. Did we accomplish His purpose in our group? Did we stop doing what we were supposed to be doing?
None of us are sure, and how could we be? But we are sure of several things: NONE of us has ever had a small group of friends like this one. Nor, will we ever again, I imagine. We have prayed together, cried together, laughed together, experienced pain and loss together, joy and life together. We will always be connected by the One True God who brought us together and although the dynamics of our group time has changed, we are still one together.
Jill…you know how I stink at expressing my feelings but I absolutely love you and adore you and will miss hugging on you every day, but you are ingrained in my DNA now and we will always be bff’s.
Oh, and by the way, don’t think I’ve forgotten your last comment to me as we parted last night. You better believe my voice will be ringing in your ears for the rest of your life!
An odd day to plan out next week’s menu, to be sure, but My Man offered to run to the grocery store if I put a list together. My eyes lit up and got moving to make up a menu for the week and then a list from that (give or take a few items that a child or spouse hollered out as needed or wanted).
So…here’s the plan, beginning with today:
Saturday: lunch meat for lunch (yes, I know it’s 1:15 but we all slept in…it was heavenly!). Dinner…no one is home tonight. Boys are off to work the Nissan concert (Rascal Flats), Sarah, Trey & Brett are going to see Batman. Again. And I’m going to see Mama Mia with my next door neighbor, Flo.
Sunday: Lunch out after church, hopefully with Jill., since it is their last day on the East Coast. Dinner will be london broil, baked taters and green beans.
Monday: Breakfast for dinner…eggs, bacon, biscuits, grits.
Tuesday: We’ll grab a bite out…we’re all going in different directions.
Wednesday: Last Church Family Gathering night for the summer. It’s pot luck at a friend’s house. I’m bringing Mamie’s Brownies and potato casserole.
Thursday: Leftovers and/or cereal. We LOVE cereal for dinner.
That’s our week. It’s tuff to plan out our menus, but I am determined to do it. Don’t ask me how we’re going to do it once football practice starts every day and Sarah starts two-a-day volleyball practices. Oy.
My total gripe post yesterday made me totally better today! Who knew?
I took a couple of Advil PM last night. Wondering why I hadn’t thought of it earlier. Because they’ve been in my bathroom cabinet for awhile. About an hour after I took them, I remembered why…I have serious reactions to all things that ease pain (codeine-ish) and/or help you to sleep. Serious as in…I said goodbye to my family when I went to bed because I was sure I wouldn’t wake up. Ever.
Remaining Advil PM’s…well…let’s just say they’ve joined our deceased fish aka The Flushables.
I don’t ever recall change bothering me more than change bothers the average person.
All that has changed now.
I would always get impatient with my grandparents about not wanting to do something different, go here or there. I continued with that impatient, lack of grace, with my own parents and in-laws.
Now I’m there. I don’t like change. I don’t like it one bit.
A first born child turning eighteen, graduating from high school and heading three hours south-west to college.
An incredible BFF moving to Montana.
Montana. Might as well be Africa.
My baby already 5’10” at twelve years old heading into middle school.
I look around our church home and see a large handful of families leaving…one to Pastor a church (Praise Jesus!), military families moving on to their next assignment or retiring.
I have really struggled with this season of change. I cry all the time. I don’t sleep more than a few hours every night. I have bouts of anxiety the likes of which I haven’t experienced in years. My highs are very high. My lows, well, they’re pretty bad. It has begun to impact my health in a huge, debilitating way.
There has been an incredible sweetness in all of this. A draw to the One True God that, even if I wanted to…and for awhile I did…I couldn’t resist.
My senses have an acute awareness to them that I can’t ever remember experiencing before. Especially one of my senses. My Girls…Jill, Lori, Jen and Vee…call it my Spidey Sense. God calls it Discernment. The ability to see the unseen, feel the intangible, know without really knowing how.
I knew awhile back that I was going to be heading into a difficult season. Frankly, I’m taken aback by just how difficult it has been. I’m also surprised that I can see it all so clearly.
I’m losing a child, but only to college. Unlike so many around me who have lost a child until they are reunited in Heaven.
One of the dearest friends I have ever had is moving, but we can still talk on the phone, blog together, fly to see each other.
My baby is twelve and moving into scary, stuff-of-my-nightmares-middle-school, but he’s our third one to do it and we survived (okay, barely) the first two going.
With all of the families leaving our church, God is bringing new families in every week.
My health is declining, but most likely only for a time. I know that I need to get a handle on it…have known for a few years…and I pray He will cover me with His Grace again and get me on the path to healing.
I am very thankful during this difficult season. Very.