This week someone asked me, “Does
it seem like it has been a long time?”
I had to pause to answer because it always seems like just yesterday we
received the call that Ryan fell, yet it has been almost six months. That is half a year!! How can that be? Seriously! I guess when you are walking
through each day learning how to live with a changed existence you lose track
of time. Each day carries so much effort
that you stop tracking time and just focus on taking that next step.
I have been taking that next step
for six months. Each of those steps has
led me to the new me, whoever that is.
This last week I had some interesting experiences that showed me that as
I begin to engage back into my old life I will be entering back as a different
person. My perspective on life and my
understanding of the important is different.
Consequently, as I make my way back into my old groups my experience is
going to be different than it was. I
learned this the hard way, or maybe it was the only way, as I went back to my
book club.
I have a group of wonderful friends
that I have shared a book club with. We
had not met since before Ryan went to live in Heaven. I was excited to see everyone and looked
forward to it all day. There was so
much catching up to do as I hadn’t seen some of them much in the last six
months. As we shared dinner together we
took turns sharing what has been going on in our lives. The strangest thing began to happen to me
over dinner; irritation began to creep in.
I couldn’t put my finger on why I was getting increasingly irritated but
as the night went on and I sat and listened to incredible stories of what was
going on in these dear women’s lives I just wanted to crawl out of my
skin. All I could think about was fleeing
and getting home to Luke. I forced
myself to sit there out of respect for these dear friends but I didn’t hear
much because all I could think about was how I was going to avoid sharing
myself. I knew they would want to know
how I was doing but I just simply didn’t want to share. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t want to go
there. I just wanted to go home. This was so unlike me. It came to that dreaded time and it was my
turn to share. I don’t know why I didn’t
trust these sweet ladies enough to just say, “Pass!” But I felt some kind of obligation to give
them a window into my life. I opened
that window briefly with some tears and mumbled answer to questions and then
said, “I have to go!” and made a quick exit.
I rushed home and headed right down stairs to Luke. I hadn’t seen him much during the week and it
just seemed vital to connect with him. I
could tell he sensed my weirdness but he humored me.
Instead of just moving on and
hoping it wouldn’t happen again, the next morning I decided to email my friends
and try and explain my odd behavior as best I could. Of course they showed much grace and wanted
to know how they could support me better. I am so blessed to have them in my life.
I think it ended up being a learning experience for all of us; them
learning how to support friends that are grieving and me learning more of what
my needs might be. That night I needed
to just “be”, nothing else. I also
realized that I am not the same person I was.
I am now their friend whose son died.
That is a fact and it has altered who I am. It will be my quest now to learn how to live
within that new framework. It hasn’t
ruined me, but it has changed me.
I have a sense that this might be
my last blog. I don’t know why I feel
that but someone told me once that I would know when it was time. It has
been an incredible 6 months of journeying together with you all. My quest was to journal how ALL things were
going to work together for good if I chose to continue to love Him in my
pain. He has shown me many, many things
and I have personally grown immensely. But
I will be honest, I still would not have chosen to have Ryan leave
us to find these things; but my trust in God for the outcome has not wavered. The mystery will always be there, but my
commitment of offering my pain to Jesus and trusting His purpose is steadfast.
Just this morning one of my dear
friends sent me a song. There isn’t a YouTube
link to insert here so you will have to look it up yourself, but it is Shelly
E. Johnson –“ All Things Beautiful” . The
phrase that I am claiming is this:
The soul that finds a song to sing,
Despite the pain and suffering.
Besutiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The heart that brings an offering,
Of praise before the One who makes all things.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
I will be speaking at Woodmen Valley Chapel on Tuesday,
November 13 at 7 pm. Between now and
then my mind and heart must be focused on what God wants to say that night. It is the monthly women’s event but they are
opening it to all (women, men, teens), so if you want to check in with us,
please join us that night. I would
appreciate your prayers that going into that night my heart will be shored up
and I will have been rested so I can keep my emotions at bay and just simply
speak what God has laid on my heart.