Monthly Archives: October 2018

The Ache of Loss

Losses are hard. There are so many layers to it. Death, in itself, has amounts unimaginable. Loss of their life & having them be part of ours. Physical losses of hearing their voice, seeing their face, touching their skin. Losses of dreams, of sharing everyday milestones together. Just plain loss.

A loss is an ache from what is missing. 

Losses can also happen from things other than death. Loss can be ushered in from another’s decisions. I guess instead of writing about where losses stem from that maybe I should just share the ache of loss. It is an ache, a deep hurt inside that others can rarely see.

I’m going to zoom in on mama’s & loss. I’ve had more conversations lately with moms who have suffered losses. You just have no idea how many there are. If you’ve lost a child to death or have one who walked away then this blog is for you. Please hear my heart…I’m so sorry you’re walking this road of ache. There’s a bond we have with our children from the moment they are formed inside of us & our love for them is endless. An abrupt severing of that bond is not easy to recover from.

Life has events that we can’t see coming or stop from happening. There are accidents, tragedies & hurtful choices. There’s no way to emotionally prepare for the death of a child. There’s no way to prepare for when one abandons you either.

I go to Psalm 34 a lot. God’s Word has a special way of easing my aches. Verse 18 brings me so much hope because I know that no matter how much sorrow I feel, the Lord is oh so near. People may leave but the Father never does. Not ever.

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Me & water are like two peas in a pod. I could stare at it for hours & listen to the sounds of the waves. For me, it’s a visual on the vastness of “stuff” when circumstances seem like un-climbable mountains . I calm when I see all that He created. He spoke the water into existence. He sees & knows everything that I don’t. He is bigger than my mind can grasp. I can’t bring any of my children back. He knows each situation & it’s all in His hands. Which is way better than any of it being in mine.

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What do I do with the ache of losses? I meet with my Savior. I pour my heart out to Him. Sometimes I just sit in His presence & cry. I pray & I trust & I pray & I trust some more. There’s no formula to follow. There’s no timeline to stick to. There’s ache. Pure, raw, heartbreaking ache. Goodness, He knows it’s there so I don’t have to put on any falsehoods. He knows when my chest feels like a bomb went off. He knows when I could drop to the ground & sob for hours so why would I pretend like it wasn’t there. He already knows.

Spending time in my bible is comforting for me. It’s where I collide with the Comforter. His Word is what never changes. There are so many things around me that change. I need His steadiness. His security. I need Him.

I say Psalm 19:14 at the start of each day. These losses can threaten to pull me away from God or draw me closer to Him. I try to lean in closer. My words, my actions, my thoughts all determine how I’ll walk through each new day. I can’t change situations or losses but I sure can try to live in a way that honors Him. I’ll never be perfect at it but my desire is there.

Psalm 19:14

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You know how I love the water? Well, I’m a huge fan of God’s handiwork in the sky too. I try to pause & look at each sunset & sunrise. I might not be able to see the Lord, yet, but I can enjoy His masterpieces in creation. He promises to uphold what is His. His strength is perfect strength.

I can’t be afraid of the what if’s. All I can do is embrace the right now’s. 

Isaiah 41:10

Oh dear friend, I know it hurts. We love our kids so much. Don’t give up on your prodigal. Stay on your knees for them. Don’t let anyone tell you to stop grieving the loss of your child, no matter how many years it’s been. There is no set time frame for grief. The ache of loss is real. Not many understand that, but I do. Some days have a stronger sense of hope than others. Hopelessness will try to shackle you in its chains. Run, limp if you have to, but stay close to the real hope of Christ.

Always His,

Tracy

A Girl & Her Words

I’m certainly not in the “girl” category anymore. My years have bumped me way past that title. My daughter let me know in the store last week what my new bracket is. The current t-shirt designs have many of the cartoons & images I grew up with. Jaelynn quickly pointed out it’s because they’re “vintage” & vintage is in right now. Have mercy! I’m vintage!

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Every season is full of learning. Life lessons never end. Let’s grab a cup of coffee or tea ( I drink both!) & chat for awhile about girls & their words.

The Lord has graciously given me words to write with. They float around in my head all the time. What doesn’t come easy for me is spoken words. I can get things down on paper so much easier.

Spoken words come with body language & tone. Ugh…two of my hardest hurdles. I’m working on it. The Holy Spirit is more than able to soften the edges on anyone, including me. First, it takes awareness & honesty. Then the desire for change, commitment to change & intentional effort to change. All this change needs to be rooted in God’s Word, prayer & meditation on His Truths. I can’t change me, but the Holy Spirit will always be transforming me & that gives me hope. The moment I think I’ve arrived or am all good is the same time that 100 red flags start flying.

The Lord has opened my eyes wide to what He doesn’t want me to be. My learning style absorbs things better with reading, writing & physically seeing something. I’ve seen a lot of different examples of “a girl & her words” lived out around me. Oh friends….words matter. Tone & body language matter.

It’s never OK to discount another’s feelings, offer unsolicited cutting “advice” disguised as compassion, make assumptions based out of your own thinking followed with fix it statements, mask bitterness with caring, frost all your sharp words with an attached disclaimer saying that’s who you are, or just plain show a lack of interest in really listening to someone. Saying hurtful words that you feel are right & offering a hug at the end isn’t empathy. Girls…our words will either bring life or death.

We all have different personalities. Each of us have different strengths & weaknesses. Those differences are meant to come together & make a beautiful puzzle.  Some of us will be around the edge, some in the middle, some way over to the right/bottom, etc. We’ll piece together strongly with those that fit into our unique shape. Others, we’re part of the same puzzle but placed in different areas & that’s OK. Encourage the pieces that God has placed you next to. No matter how hard you try to force pieces together that weren’t meant to fit, it’ll never work. A new puzzle box might be brought out soon & you could be connected to different pieces in that one. No matter which season or puzzle it is, the purpose is always Him.

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I have “walk worthy” written in my bible next to Ephesians 4:1-3. Ephesians 4 is packed with helpful truth.  None of us will ever find the right answers or direction in our own thinking. It always comes from a changing of the heart through God’s living Word.

For me, I know that I need & will always need Jesus….desperately….completely.

A girl and her words shouldn’t cause others to search for a back door escape. A girl & her words should be a welcoming mat to all who enter her presence. People shouldn’t walk away from time spent with us feeling discouraged. Let’s be hope bringers instead! We can start by asking ourselves a question before we speak… “Jesus, are these words helpful or harmful?”

Lord, thank you. Thank you for change. Thank you for not leaving me where I’m at. Help guide my thoughts & words to be in line with Yours. I pray for encourager’s to rise up & discourager’s to be softened. I pray that you plant a deep root of encouragement in me. It takes Your courage to seek continued transformation. Fear & pride keep chains around hearts. Please free these hearts, Lord. I pray that You soften my words, tones & body language. I know You’re always at work even when there’s silence. Your timing is always perfect & I trust You. I love Your perfect plan. Please send the Helper to show me how to be a girl with life giving words. I love You, Lord Jesus. Thank you for the cross & for choosing me. Create in me a clean heart, O Lord, & renew a right spirit in me. In Jesus name….Amen.

In Him forever,

Tracy

 

 

I am His child

It’s so strange when your two lives intersect.  We’re born to an earthy father & are created by our Heavenly Father. Mine collided this July.

Hospice became very real this summer. I’ve been waiting for the right time to blog about this but there’s never going to be a right time. I constantly convince myself that things have to be a certain way before I can sit down & write. The Lord has been showing me for about a month how much of a lie that is. Those thoughts are a distraction & even worse, a lack of obedience.

We went into full gear “preparing”. I emptied out our front room, stocked up on food, equipment came, my dad arrived & I started the journey of caregiver. I fumbled through instructions & learning all kinds of new things. Talk about a crazy type of preparation. I wanted so badly to make sure things were comfortable for my dad. My husband & daughter did an amazing job of understanding & doing what they could while our home became my dad’s last earthly home.

Before I forget, let me say that we had a wonderful hospice team. The Holy Spirit orchestrated exactly who needed to care for my dad. What a blessing that was. I can also tell you that the enemy showed up as well. He always does when my Father’s kingdom work is at hand. The Lord is stronger & mightier than Satan could ever desire to be. Who knew what was about to enter into my house. It was holy ground.

I was taught that when eternal matters are at hand, all of the past is washed away. People make mistakes. I make mistakes….often. The amount that I’ve been forgiven by Jesus is immeasurable so I don’t get to measure how much I forgive someone.

I’d love to sit here & share about all the injustices that I witnessed this summer to make myself feel better. But friend, injustices are part of this world. It’s a byproduct of people doing what’s right in their own eyes. My “feelings” aren’t true indicators at all. They’re a fleshly response to the junk that goes on around us. I can point to myself or I can point to the cross. I’m choosing the cross because at the end of the day, or someones life even, that’s what matters. None of us can change people, only God can.

There’s a peace I have as a believer. I know, because I have repented, entrusted myself into His care & embraced His salvation gift to be Lord over my life, that I am His child. I will go to be with Him when I take my last breaths. To worship Him, to praise Him, to honor Him. For some, there can be a struggle before death, a fear of the unknown because the peace of Christ is missing. Eternity is front & center and they’re unsure…lost even.  None of us can see inside another’s heart but we can see signs of their fruit. Fruit of self or fruit of the Spirit. There’s even times that we might see a little of both & we just don’t know….

…Oh, but I trust that He knows.

I can tell you that no matter what was done in the past, what’s important is salvation. The desire to see someone be set free from their sins is deep when you know their physical body is shutting down. I had more opportunities to pray for my dad, read him scripture, play worship music, comfort & tend to his needs than I’ve ever had. The Lord gave me & my sisters some genuine treasures. We had tears & laughter despite what we knew each minute held. We embraced the moments we were gifted. Comforting someone at the end of their life has no words. The past evaporates & the present is what you grab.

I had some cherished times alone with just me & my dad. Even when he was no longer able to communicate, he could still hear. That reminds me of all the scripture verses I’ve read about the tongue. Spoken words can bring life or death & they can’t be taken back. My dad needed life & the Holy Spirit helped guide me with that.

I’ve been impacted by the book of James and really so many other places in scripture that I can’t even write them all down. Psalm 34 seems to resurface time & time again to bring hope & healing. God’s Word is alive and waiting. I would be among the hopeless without His solid Truths. Thank you, Jesus, for pouring your Word over my heart!

One worship song kept coming up- Who You Say I Am by Hillsong and yes, through my tears & choking words, I was able to use these lyrics to once again share my eternal hope with my dad.

Who am I that the highest King
Would welcome me? Dad, He welcomed me & he’ll welcome you too.
I was lost but He brought me in I was lost but I’m not anymore, dad.
Oh His love for me He loves you too, dad.
Oh His love for me
Who the Son sets free He set me free & he’ll give you that same freedom, dad, just ask Him for it.
Oh is free indeed You can be free, dad.
I’m a child of God I am His child & you can be too.
Free at last, He has ransomed me He ransomed me, dad. He’ll ransom you too. Just ask, dad, ask.
His grace runs deep His grace covers everything. He forgives. He’ll forgive you.
While I was a slave to sin I’m not a slave to sin anymore, dad.
Jesus died for me He died for you too, dad.
Yes He died for me
Who the Son sets free Jesus can set you free.
Oh is free indeed (lots of tears at this point)
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me Dad, there’s a place for you in His house if you want it.
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
I am chosen I am chosen
Not forsaken I’m not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me
Not against me
I am who You say I am (This is when raw worship rolled in with the humbling promises of who He says I am)
I am chosen
Not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me (by this point I was mostly crying & praying for him to hear the truth & believe that forgiveness is for everyone if they want it)
Not against me
I am who You say I am
I am who You say I am
Who the Son sets free He can set you free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God I’m a child of God, YES I am.
Yes I am
I am chosen
Not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me
Not against me
I am who You say I am
I am chosen
Not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me
Not against me
I am who You say I am
I am chosen
Not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me
Not against me
I am who You say I am
Oh, I am who You say I am
Yes, I am who You say I am
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

Who You Say I Am 

I was my dad’s child on earth for awhile. I will always be a child of the one true Father. I had a hard time putting things back into that room after my dad was gone. I left it empty for awhile. We would open the curtains slightly so my dad could look out the window when he was awake. I still struggle opening those curtains. After he was gone, I sat in my chair staring at that room wondering what to do with my hands. Such a conflicting time.

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If you know someone who works in hospice then give them a hug. It’s not an easy job at all.

Thank you for reading all these words. Like I’ve shared before, time is so precious. I know what it’s like to lose someone tragically & not get that goodbye and I know what it’s like to hold onto a person as they take their last labored breath. I even know what it’s like to lose someone that walks away. Losses aren’t easy and leaning into the Healer of hurts is the best place to be.

In Christ,
Tracy

#myhope #faith #hospice