Hi everyone! I haven't even been lurking for the last month, fie on me.
I really haven't been on the internet at all, as I've been adjusting to my new "normal" which includes being even slower than a turtle in a pit full of peanut butter race.
I had a chance to take on a group of training ponies for free. While I was arranging that I received a call from my daughter. Her father had passed away and she needed me in TN ASAP.
I spent almost 2 weeks there...it had many challenges. My children (23 year old twins) and I haven't had the relationship I wanted after their father and I divorced in 2001. He had custody and it's been tumultuous. Add to that a rocky relationship with Dad, no will and a trusted auntie (my sister) giving them poor advice on what to do right after.. let's just say you can guess where it headed. Since I've been back, I've been gathering information to help them make decisions. One of the difficulties is that my son is in the Army and stationed in Okinawa. Communicating under the best of circumstances is difficult enough. Add in the requirement of communicating through a third party and it's next to impossible.
Thanks be to God, I was spiritually prepared when I arrived!! The Sunday before I got the call I went to a friend's church. Her pastor (Brian Wallon) shared a sermon on being in the family of Christ. The most important point I received was: I GIVE, NOT FOR WHAT I WILL GET BACK. I GIVE TO BE OBEDIENT TO GOD'S COMMANDMENTS AND AS AN EXAMPLE OF CHRISTIAN LOVE. My husband drilled me to "See. Don't speak." He knows my desire to reunite with my family. He knows my sister is a meddler, and all alone. He knows funerals are stressful under the best of circumstances. (This one was even worse, because poor James spent 2 days on his front porch swing before he was found by a friend. We knew this before I left.) He only agreed for me to go because my daughter said she needed me. When my sisters and I discussed things, we all agreed that we would support the children, offer them advice and guidance, and let them make the decisions. To that end it was "it's not about me. It's about the children and how to support them."
So I left the house with a list:
- See. Don't speak.
It's not about me.
I GIVE, NOT FOR WHAT I CAN GET BACK BUT TO BE AN EXAMPLE OF GOD'S LOVE.
My youngest sister and her husband were EXTREMELY generous and allowed us to stay in their home the entire time. My middle sister lives midway between my house and where we needed to go, so I rode with her and we split expenses. I have this photo from April saved to my phone. It's a tree that was damaged by Hurricane Matthew in October 2016. It's the first time it's had leaves and flowers since then. I'm sharing all this detail because........
THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCESWhere I went in TN required quiet a bit of travel between 3 towns. Imagine a tripod. My daughter lives in one town, dad lived in a second and my sister lives in the third. They're all about 20 miles apart. So from daughter to sister is about 40, with Dad at about midpoint.
Once I arrived.....I HAD ALMOST NO CELL SERVICE. My.carrier indicated that I was in either Thailand or Cuba. Just before I left the house each day, I'd send myself 6 text messages so that I'd know as soon as I reached a service area. My sister is a trucker and her husband works in the dispatch office. Voilé....SEE. DON'T SPEAK suddenly became very easy. See how God worked that out?!
Each day, I made all beds, did laundry and prepped dinner before I left, so as to give my sister and/or brother-in-law time to rest in the evenings. When my middle sister told me "not to bother my son, he needs his space and you don't understand or respect his boundaries" (her words) I obeyed... against my better judgement. Whatever anyone wanted I gave, even to the point of asking my husband for more money to help the children. Whenever someone attacked me verbally; left me alone with no access to phone or transportation; didn't answer my questions, calls or texts; abandoned me to clean, do dishes and laundry in my ex's house all alone--from 3 in the afternoon until 1:00..with no food....I did it gladly. I GAVE NOT FOR WHAT I WOULD GET BACK, BUT TO BE AN EXAMPLE OF GOD'S LOVE.
Most important, I did not try to push myself and my needs on to my children. Whatever they asked I gave. I tried to anticipate problems and prevent them. I helped my daughter get the chance to speak to her brother alone. I asked "What do you want?" or "what would you like" and not "I think." Other than tell everyone (as a group) what to do on the off chance I should have a seizure, and where my medical records were in my travel bag, I didn't talk about myself. IT'S NOT ABOUT ME.
Because of the way their father was found, it was necessary to have him cremated. His remains were shared between 2 urns. His family has a permanent home and family burial plot in Alabama, which is where one urn went. There was a Memorial Service in TN that was attended by us, his best friend and many co-workers. As there was only word of mouth about it (my son had only 10 days leave time and 3 were taken up with travel from Japan) my children seemed to accept the turnout. They announced that Aaron would be taking his father back to Okinawa with him to keep the promise of bringing his father there. Now, to the point of the picture. As I visited with folks, I finally got to meet the best friend. As I drew him out, he shared with me how very hurt he was. His best friend gone. Undiscovered out in 90° Fahrenheit weather for two days, after a heart attack....and that he'd found his own father the very same way, just a year ago.
. I was able to minister to this man, using the tree as an example of hope. I pointed out how those large branches had been ripped off, exposing--and even pulling out a good portion of--it's heart. How it had taken more than a year to recover enough to start putting out leaves and blossoms. I showed him a more recent picture where it has branches that have grown up to protect and hide the awful wound. I explained the hope in all that. How there's a great hole that will never completely recover...yet hope caused it to make new growth around and in spite of the wound. That perhaps, in time, someone might come to him and receive comfort, like the family whose house was behind that tree did by going out to enjoy those beautiful blossoms. I was allowed to hug this man, a stranger, and dry his tears. I GAVE NOT FOR WHAT I WOULD GET BACK BUT TO BE AN EXAMPLE OF GOD'S LOVE.
The sister that hosted us ended up having a very painful family discussion of her own, that has resulted in a (hopefully brief) separation from her own son. For the first time, I was able to minister to one of my own family members. A large portion of that was SEE. DON'T SPEAK.
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This whole trip---from first call to how I was received when I arrived home---was a completely blessed one. I discovered things about myself that I didn't know. I used gifts I'd been afraid to use before. I walked in peace everywhere. I found that I had unexpected defenders, and a shadow of influence that spanned more than 15 years and two states.
The most important? I was able to display that Christan love and humility are honorable-- yes DESIRABLE--traits to have. Being humble isn't weakness. It's peace. And, for me, that's most certainly more than enough.