Posted in cancer, Grief, Joy

A Defining Moment…

Ask anyone who has experienced a life changing event, a death or a loss and they will likely tell you that there is a defining moment in time that divides their present life from the way that it used to be.  The memories, the thoughts, even the feelings are split in half by that one event.

Looking back for me that first moment was not losing Ben, but his original diagnosis.  When I look back over the short 14 years we had together, my memories are split in time… those before cancer rocked our world and those after.  Our innocence and bliss were gone, and while we regained that somewhat after each of his surgeries, I think deep down we never let go of the fear that our world would come crashing down when we least expected it.

Many of our friends would have said that Ben let cancer control his life after he was diagnosed… he changed his diet, he changed his routine, and he broadened his reading material.  But I don’t believe that he let it control him nearly as much as it appeared to others.  He continued to live life to the fullest every single day.  He didn’t let his new diet or knowledge keep him from enjoying life.

For me though, I lived in fear of the new knowledge.  We avoided toxic cleaners, electronic devices, sugar, processed foods, and unhealthy habits.  I was afraid of the mold in our house and would lay awake for hours stressing about every ache or pain that I faced (or piece of candy that I ate).  Then for a short while after Ben’s death I rebelled and ate as much ice cream as I could, stocked my freezer full of Reese’s, and stopped worrying about turning off the wifi while I slept.

I refused to allow my fear of those things to define the rest of my life.  I didn’t want my children to see me living in fear of the unknown either.  I still keep most of those healthy habits, but I no longer worry all the time that we will get cancer if we eat a piece of candy… or stop for fast food.

If I have learned anything over the past few months, it is that we don’t have to let those defining moments define us.  We get to choose how much control we let those moments have.  You can embrace the place that you are and allow God to meet you right there and help you through it, or you can choose to continue to let it leave you frozen in fear.

Maybe for you the defining moment was a marriage, divorce, death, lost job or even when you gave your life to Christ.  No matter the circumstance, you find that you too can look back on your life and see the before and after.  Friend, I pray that whatever that defining moment in your life is, that you will allow God to use it to open up a new world of opportunity and that you will see the blessing in being able to trust Him to get you successfully to the “after.”

Friend, the after is in His hands. “He will never leave you nor forsake you.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged” (Deuteronomy 31:8).  Trust Him and He will help you through!_Do Not Be afraid; Do Not Be discouraged._

Posted in Grief, Joy

You Are Not Alone…

You know that time when you shared your heart with that friend because the struggle you were facing seemed to be too big to handle on your own?  You needed a sounding board and someone to hear all the anxieties and worries and tell you that you were not alone?

Maybe you didn’t need advice or even someone to respond, but just to know that someone else knew your struggles and was there if you needed them.  I have been in that place more times than I can possibly count.  Sitting in my not so quiet house longing for someone to talk to and hear my struggles.  Someone who could tell me that while they may not be able to relate, they understand the place I am and I am not alone.

I am thankful that God has sent those people into my life this past year to fill the void left by losing Ben.  While it will never be the same as having him here, I appreciate their willingness to listen, their attempts to relate, and their loving me through whatever the struggle was.  And most importantly, their praying for me to find peace in the midst of whatever that struggle was.

Somehow, when we are able to voice those struggles and concerns with someone else, it seems to lessen the burden that those struggles have on us.  Even when they can’t relate, having someone to listen keeps me from feeling alone.

But more importantly, I have also learned to rely on my heavenly father this year in those quiet times when there is no one around who can relate or understand.  He also reminds me that I am not alone in that place.  All throughout scripture I see people who thought they were alone in their struggles and pains and needed to be reminded that God was with them no matter what they were facing.

The book of Joshua is one of those places that I keep going back to these days.  Repeatedly throughout the first chapter of Joshua as we see God outlining his plan for Joshua and reminding him to not be afraid because He would be with him.

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“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9.

I am not alone.  Even on the days when it feels like no one understands, no one can relate, and no one feels my pain.  There is a heavenly Father who is right there, understanding, relating and who lifts me back up so that I know I can continue to make it through.  And I am grateful for those friends who have surrounded me this year and have pushed me to remember that even when they are not with me, HE is.  And He will never leave me alone.

Posted in Grief, Joy

Does God give us more than we can handle?

I can’t even begin to count the number of times I have heard or even repeated the phrase, “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle” over the past decade or two. It’s something that has been so ingrained into me that I am not even sure that I ever even considered whether or not I thought it was true.  However, it is a question that has new meaning for me as it is one that I have asked myself repeatedly over the past few months since we lost Ben.  Not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself, “has God given me more than I can handle?”

I came upon this scripture three times in my Bible reading and devotionals over the past week, and it really hit home for me. 2 Corinthians 1:8-10 says, “We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers and sisters, about the troubles we experienced in the province of Asia.  We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired of life itself. Indeed, we felt we had received the sentence of death.  But this happened so that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us again. On Him we have set our hope that He will continue to deliver us.”

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Under Pressure

Paul says they were under great pressure, far beyond their ability to endure. I know the feelings and emotions that go along with that.  Some days I feel like there is pressure from every side.  I feel the pressure to make decisions now, the pressure to not make decisions too quickly, the pressure to try to grieve the way that everyone else does, and the pressure to please everyone that I come into contact with.  Some days I feel like it is beyond my ability to endure it.

In the past six months, I ran out of gas twice and the kids and I suffered the consequences of a cold house and the price associated with it. I have had to jump more car batteries, and lawn mowers than I can count.  I have debated the choice between buying and renting a house and I have faced the decision of whether this is the right season to continue homeschooling my children.  I have broken up more fights than I would care to admit and have spent countless hours crying about how I might be ruining my children.

I wonder how I can be the one left here to make these decisions and choices alone, when I was perfectly content in marriage allowing someone to make all these same choices for me. And on those days sometimes it does feel like a death sentence… not because my life is awful (it’s far from it); but because I realize that it could perfectly well be God’s plan for me to remain in this place, pressed on every side, for the remainder of my life.

Deliverance

But then we get to the next part of that scripture, where it says, “But this happened so that we might not rely on ourselves but on God… He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and He will deliver us again.” I can’t think of a time in my life when I have relied more heavily on God for anything than I do right now. EVERY SINGLE DAY.  I lost more than Ben on August 15, 2017, I lost the part of myself that was dependent on someone else for my happiness… the part of myself that thought that I had control of anything in life.  I was left an empty shell of a person with only God to rely on and count on to meet my every need.  And He has done so, more abundantly than I can ever imagine and hope for.  I wake up every single day and am reminded that only HE can deliver me from this place I am, and only HE can provide for my every need, if I rely on HIM!

More Than I Can Handle?

Friends, God gives me way more than I can handle every single day of my life. Bills to pay, decisions to make, lawn mowers and cars to fix, a house to clean, fights to break up, and people to please.  But every one of those pressures comes from something that I am blessed to have in my life… children, friends, family, a house, a car, and the list goes on.  I can’t handle a single bit of the pressures of this world without Him.  And I am incredibly grateful for the fact that with this pressure comes the unquenchable desire to rely on Him and only Him to meet my needs.  God definitely gives me more than I can handle, but He equips me to handle it in ways that I never thought I could.

If the pressures of this world are pressing in on you, I hope that you too will find strength in relying on Him.

 

Posted in Grief

When do we let go of grief?

Today marks six months since Ben died and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. Life is not the same without him here and finding a new “normal” has been a challenge.  I still see reminders of him around every corner, and can’t imagine the rest of life without him in it.

Over the last six months I have talked to more people about grief and have read more books about losing a spouse then I would have even thought were in print. I read them searching for hope, for peace, for an idea of what comes next and what expectations I can have for the future.

Since this journey began I have wondered what the end would look like… would I make it to the end… would the grief ever truly go away? Or would it be with me until the end of life brings me back together with him?  I struggled with not wanting the grief to end, and knowing that Ben would never have wanted me to stay in that place of pain forever.

A friend recently told me that grief is like a tug of war… and I find that realization both insightful and encouraging. If you think of the line as the dividing point between grief and contentment/happiness, you will see that you can constantly be pulled back and forth from one side to the other.  As she described it, you end up going back and forth from one side to the other until you realize you are spending more time across the line then on the grief side of it.

I don’t think that it matters how strong you are, or how hard you pull or fight against it… you are bound to spend some time on both sides of the line. You may pull with all your might, but you will still end up spending some time in grief.  And eventually if you trust God and allow Him to work in you, you will spend more time across that dividing line.

I don’t think there is a time limit on grief. I think that the amount of time spent on either side of that line is different for each one of us.  It doesn’t mean we love less or have moved on if we spend more time on the other side of the line, it just means that we have reached a point where God has let us let go a little.

I miss Ben tremendously. I still love him with all my heart.  But these days I am thankful for the time that I get to spend across that dividing line.  I am thankful for the opportunity to smile and laugh and enjoy life with my family and friends again.  It doesn’t make me miss or love him any less, but it constantly reminds me of how he lived life.  He lived it the fullest, he enjoyed every moment, and he made a point of making every moment count.

For a while I didn’t want the moments to count without him in them. And now, I want to make them count for him.  I don’t think of it as letting go of Ben or of grief, but of allowing God to take me to a different place in this journey.  I am thankful that He continues to stay right beside me as I will continue pulling that rope back and forth for the next months and years as we learn to live life without Ben.

I have heard from so many people since I posted my last blog post. I am praying for you.  If God has you in a season where you aren’t okay, I am praying He will come right alongside you and comfort you and give you hope.  I can’t imagine being in this place without Him and I pray you will find Him there too!

Posted in Grief, Joy

I Lowered My Expectations…

I remember sitting in the office with the grief counselor in the fall and laughing when she told me I needed to lower my expectations.  “You are expecting too much of yourself,” she said.  “In this season, it is okay to just survive, and not thrive.”  I very literally laughed at her.  What she was telling me went against everything I have been taught and believed up until that point and I told her that is not how I face things.

If there is anything I learned from Ben throughout over a decade of marriage it is that you don’t do things halfway.  You give everything you face, everything you’ve got. I thought grief would be the same way… I would just choose to fight against it and overcome it the way I have fought to overcome every other trial I have faced the past.  1 Corinthians 9:24 says, “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize?  Run in such a way as to get the prize.”

I really thought I could give grief my all and come out ahead of everyone else who suffered a great loss. But as my 6 year old frequently tells me, “I stand corrected.”  I was wrong.  Grief is not something that you just wish away and it goes.  No matter how much you push it away it hits you again when you least expect it.  And you have to let it run its course…

So with the help of a few close friends, last fall I learned to lower my expectations. And for a few months, I was happy to just survive.  If the kids were fed and clothed, I considered a day a success… no matter what they were wearing, and no matter what I fed them.  I learned what things had to be accomplished, and I did them.  And everything else I decided to let slide for a while.  It was healing to throw out all my expectations and just live life for a few months.

But I woke up in January and my expectations were back… I decided that even if the grief wasn’t gone, it was time for me to thrive. My children needed me, I needed me, and I wanted us to start to do more than just survive.  Job 14:7 says, “At least there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail.”  I am ready for the Lord to allow me to grow again, to flourish, and to thrive.

I have met a lot of grieving friends during the past six months, and I have found myself repeating that counselor’s advice over and over. Telling them that it is okay to throw their expectations out the window and just survive this season.  It won’t last forever, and it doesn’t mean that they don’t believe God can bring them through it.  It just means that for a season, it is okay to just make it through the day.

I believe that we are all faced with those seasons at some point in time. Those are the seasons we are happy to just have survived.  Seasons it was impossible to thrive through.  But I encourage you to not allow yourself to stay there.  Our pastor in New York started every service with the reminder that it is okay to not be okay—but it’s not okay to stay there.   I get it now in a way that I never did before… and if you are in a season like that right now, I would love to pray for you.  You can send me a message here or email me at blessingsinraindrops@outlook.com.  I’m cheering for you and praying that whatever season you are just surviving is short and that you will allow God to bring you out of it!