Are You Using Your Gifts

Gifts from God come in so many packages. Whether it be writing, speaking, mentoring, jewelry making, etc; they are gifts that have been given to us by God. We choose in life to use those gifts in many ways. In loss it is no different. The cloudiness of our spirit can, at times, keep us from seeing those gifts and can often keep us from having enough energy to see them. The most important thing to know is that in order to climb out of our loneliness, our grief, our brokenness we must try to use the gifts God has given us.

The evidence of the Spirit’s presence is given to each person for the common good of everyone” – 1 Corinthians 12:4

The gifts that God has given me and more importantly allowed me to see have given me a sense of meaning. A purpose in life. Those of us who are in this group understand all too well that “purpose” is one of the hardest things to feel after you have suffered a loss. I understand it because having lost my only child, one that had chronic illness most of her life; my life revolved around her. After her passing – it’s as if the world stopped for me. As I stood on the outside looking in, it was going around at a pace that I couldn’t find my way back on. Time has allowed for me to get back on because of the gifts I have received.

Those gifts first started out through writing my journals. Then some of my followers gave me strength, when I had none because they spoke of how my words helped them. So I kept writing. As a creative person, I also like to design things. So I tried my hand at jewelry making and found I was pretty good at it. I still do it from time to time and on special occasions, but mostly I write.

One of the gifts I enjoyed prior to Brittany’s death was photography. After she died I lost all interest. Didn’t care if I ever picked up a camera again. But as God has His way – I was asked to join my brother and his wife-to-be in Cabo San Lucas for their wedding to take their pictures. This was about 3 months after Brittany passed. I think I was still walking in a fog but agreed to do it as I needed a change of scenery from the cold winter in Michigan.

This gift I was given to see beauty and elegant behind the lens was intriguing to me. It made my heart race and brought me a small amount of joy. But after returning back to Michigan – the loss – the empty house – the cold – it all brought reality back to me broken heart and I put the camera down.

A few years later I was asked again to take the wedding photos of a dear friend and co-worker. And again I felt the rush and joy that being able to capture special moments would bring me. I had so much fun giving the results of this gift to my friends. It gave me purpose.

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I have been given many gifts. I use them to give gifts back and I use them in  my everyday life at work. It gives me purpose. It gives me hope. My challenge to you all is to sit in a place and let God reveal your gifts to you. Then take a step in faith that your gifts will not only bring you joy but will give you a sense of purpose and in the end, will give those whose lives you touch a special gift of love and joy. Pass it on…..

until next time,

m

Living in the Present

Photo from Oprah.com

Walking into the present and future is very hard when you have lost a child, especially an only child. But if we are to make a difference in the world, if we are to come along side those who join this journey, then we must walk towards healing and peace. We have much work to do to help our fellow friends in grief.

Until next time,

M

It’s the small things….

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. – Matthew 5:4

I carried this verse in my pocket wherever I went for months after my daughter Brittany died. Even if I was somewhere I couldn’t bring it out and read it, I could reach in my pocket and grasp it and say it to myself – it always brought me such peace.

I would encourage anyone who is in grieving the loss of someone dear to them to try something simple that may turn out to be profoundly helpful. The example above is just one of few that I have done over the years. Journalling has been and probably always will be one of my most comforting processes. And what is most interesting is that I’ve seen my writing change over time. It has evolved from a moment of pain and agony to a moment of peace and grace.

I can now look back at my journals and see how far I have grown in my grief. My grief has changed me. My loss changed me. While I am grateful for coming through to a place of peace, I would never have wanted this to be the reason I got here. But if you want to bring any light  back into your life, you must open the door.

Opening the door to joy is hard. It seems wrong. But trust me when I say it is what we need to do to grow outside of our pain and begin to find the sweet memories of our loved ones. Pain serves as a block to our growth. Pain will be in my heart for the loss of my girl; but it has also been covered by the love of many and by the grace of God I know and understand the reunion will be more joyous than anything I’ve ever experienced here on earth.

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Let in the light, let in the love and let in the peace to the inner part of heart that is in pain – and you will see and feel the light, love and peace transcend your grief.

until next time,

m

The Long and Winding Road

I have sat many a long night not knowing where I’d go or how I’d get there after my daughter’s death. I found God’s word to be the only truth I could find to help me see what I had to do to keep moving forward. My marching orders so to speak where very simple, finish well.

While I know that this term “finish well” may sound daunting to a person who is fresh in their grief, but for those of us who are earning our way through the journey, one day at a time, “finish well” carries a very important message. One that we forget when we hit a bump in the road. When life gets turned upside down and we look all around us and cannot find our way.

What does finish well look like? John Terveen said it very well in his book “Hope for the Brokenhearted”. In chapter 12 he reminds us of Paul’s journey and encourages us to finish the race as he finished his. Terveen states that “whatever length our life’s course may be or however challenging the terrain, each of us is called by God’s grace to finish the race of faith, hope and love set before us.

I think about this race I’m on daily and some days I get it right and other days, when the days are dark and I miss my daughter so much and I grow tired of the race; I know that if I give in, I have not finished what God has asked me to do. I have to keep my eye on God and my faith in Him to make the distance. And while I’m on this race, the race I did not sign up for, I am also given the instruction to extend love, grace, prayer and mercy to those who have joined me on this journey.

I find that in the times when it is dark and I have lost my way, it is because I have let the light flicker and lost the sight of my way because I lost my faith. Without my faith, I have nothing. Without my God  I would have finished far too soon and the task that I have been given unfinished.

Often I have been tempted to abandon my faith because I got tired and became weary of the long journey of sorrow. Just as a runner who prepares for a marathon, you have to prepare mentally and phyically for the challenges a long marathon will have. The punishment to your body that will result. You need proper nourishment and hydration to maintain your ability to finish the race. It is the same for us on this journey in life that has dealt us a devastating blow like death of a child. We have to find our nourishment and maintain good health to finish the race. We have people to love, grievers to hug, be the hands and feet of Jesus during our race.

In order to keep the faith and press on, we need to take care of ourselves first so that we can care for others, the ones that are put in our path for a reason. To care for and love. To mentor and walk with when they fall. So if you find yourself in a place, like I do, remember to pray this prayer:

Dear Lord: In the face of my suffering, sometimes I question you and your ways. I am troubled and I find it hard to keep going. When this happens, please help me to remember that your love never fails and it never gives up and it never runs out on me. – AMEN

My dearest followers – I too find times when it’s hard to see the path, to find my way – the road looks dark and the weariness of my soul speaks loudly so that I cannot hear what I know is true. God’s love never fails, it never gives up and it never runs out on me. So take great faith in God will not run out on you or given up on you or never fail you. Press on…..

until next time,

m

Moving On is Hard

In the days before my daughter passed away I enjoyed exercise and felt I was in the best shape I’d been in my entire life. I found running to be very cathartic and it helped me de-stress. I was proud of the way I looked considering I was in my 40’s and frequently, I was told I looked much younger. So what happened. Why do I hate it so much now…..

Me in 2007-2008 as a red-head and in great shape.

Last night as I prepared for bed I checked my Facebook and Twitter accounts and noticed that Jillian Michael’s was asking for questions for her podcast. I thought to myself, I think I’ll ask her why I feel like exercise is such a chore. So in my question I asked:

My name is Malissa and I’m about to turn 55 (most say i look 10 yrs younger) in a few weeks. Nearly 6 years ago I lost my 17-yr old daughter – she was my only child. Since then I have lost my sense of self, my passion for exercise and want to find it again. I have a great job, a great relationship – yet I just seemed to have lost my mojo. When my daughter died I was in the best shape I’ve ever been. Loved to work out.

How do I get that mojo back – I want to feel that rush again after working out. Now it feels like the worst torture and I absolutely dread it.

Did I really think I’d get a response – not really. But this afternoon my cell phone rang and I looked at the number – Los Angeles, CA. So I answered it and sure enough, it was the producer for the Jillian Michael’s Show. They were recording a segment for her show and they thought my question was great and wanted me to ask Jillian later in the day. Around 4:30 my phone rang again, and I was placed on hold and a few minutes later was introduced to Jillian.

I stated my question to Jillian and we began to talk about some of the reasons I felt the way I do. She asked me some questions and after I answered a few, she got a little quiet and then said, “I want to ask you something”, I said ok and then she asked me a question that made me stop dead in my tracks. With your life going well, with a great job and great relationship, why do you think this part is hard to get back to? Tears welled up in my eyes and the sting of truth hit me. I said “it would mean my life has moved on without my daughter”. And she confirmed what I understood at that moment – I was avoiding this part of my journey. I was avoiding working out, exercising because if I do, I’ll get back to the way I was the moment my daughter died. It was the most powerful moment I’ve had in so many  years.

I realized at that moment that if I get back to the way I was before, 15 pounds lighter, healthier and feeling like I was before, that the final step would have happened. Life would have moved on and it would have moved on without my girl. All along I have thought that  I was doing so well in my journey in grief. I believed that I was moving forward and while I have an occasional bad day, for the most part, I have moved forward. But this question to Jillian, led to the simple truth – I have not moved on. Or at least not to where I should be or where I thought I was. So now what?

Jillian asked me how I thought my daughter would feel or what would she say to me if she was here now seeing me like this. And I said she would kick my butt. She would tell me to knock it off and be happy. In fact one time while we were talking she expressed a concern that I had not begun dating after my divorce. She said to me, “mom do not wait around and don’t stop dating because of me”  – I’m ok. You deserve to be happy. So Jillian told me to remember those words, when I want to give up and when I don’t want to go to the gym. Do it for her and eventually I’ll begin doing it for me.

I have to say it was very hard to keep my composure, but I did, but as I write this tears well up again and I feel like this is going to be an addendum to my journey. A part that I wasn’t planning on. A journey I wasn’t thinking I would need. I believe it’s going to take a lot tears, willpower beyond what I have ever needed before – to open the door of my grief and walk through it to the other side. The side that creates a place for me to be happy again. I know it’s possible. I am happy, for the most part, but something is missing and I now know, it’s me.

until next time,

m

Lingering…..

Lingering in a thought about you makes me pause and wonder what you would be like now. Would you have gone to college? Would you have gotten married? So so many questions that come to my mind when I linger in  thoughts of you.

Lingering at a photo of you – can’t quite do that yet. It’s been six years since you left this earth and to still look at your picture is quite painful. Even thinking about it now brings a stinging tear to my eyes. You were so lovely. So beautiful. And I loved you beyond measure – as a mother should. You brought life and lite into my life and I am a better person because of it.

I’m a better nurse because of you. I’m a better mentor because of you. I’m a better writer because of  you. And this I know for sure, God gave you to me to make me a  better person. I’m so glad it took almost 18 years for it to work, but as I linger about you in thought, I wished it could have taken a little longer. Saying goodbye wasn’t an option. I just simply said “do your homework”.

Brittany I have figured it out. I’m here for a purpose and I’m fighting the battle like a true warrior. I’m standing in the truth that God is good and he blessed me with you. And he continues to bless me each day by opening my eyes to what I can achieve. But my sweet baby – it was you that made me who I am today. As I sit here lingering, with a tear dripping on the keyboard, I feeling nothing but love and peace.

Until next time,

m

Calm Quiet Response

Something about the calm quiet of the mountains to give a small measure of peace to a restless soul. Yes my soul is restless  – it  has been since October 13, 2006. But in all honesty I have had a restless soul since I can’t remember when. Perhaps since my childhood. Something happens to your soul when your spirit is broken and truth revealed that you feel a sense of meaninglessness. Yes that is a game changer.

ImageThe quiet calm that comes with the silence the earth brings no matter whether it is the crashing waves of the ocean upon the white sandy beaches of Florida or the Blue Ridge Mountains of Georgia – there is a peacefulness that brings a sense of calm. Stability to the soul. Yet it also allows the demons that lurk down deep to stir up the mess and bring to the surface some questions about why, how and now what.

Something about looking out at the vast expanse of trees over the horizon that makes you wonder what happens in the woods  in the dark of night. Like the dreams that happen in the dark. Do bad things happen in the woods? I’m sure the life cycle goes on in the woods of the mountains like the everyday life in the human world. The injustices that happen upon those who least expect it. Going about their business making life happen, existing in a volatile climate, surviving when all that matters is making it to the next meal or the next day. Survival comes in many packages and has many faces.

The calm quiet of the mountains gives way to the silence of a restless heart. A heavy sigh imparts from the soul like an escape from a dark cavern. Coming out to see the light and breath of God that is as far as the eye can see and the senses can envelope. The quiet calm is all that a soul needs to let the worries escape and the soul to be replenished.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to feel God’s gift to let my soul feel his presence in the midst of His ever present gift – the world he created as it was meant to be. No violence, no noise from the apartment above, no pain from a life left scared by someone’s lack of personal responsibility the worst of all. It’s all just between me and God. My time with him has no price. It is priceless.

I am also grateful for the love of my life and the friends that God has placed so eloquently in my life. I’m a better person for it. So to my friends and to my love – may God grant  you the peace and love of eternal peace that the mountains he so created gave you.

until next time,

m

Book Review: Good Grief! by Erica McNeal

I was asked by the author to read her new book Good Grief! and write a review. I was honored to have been given such a great opportunity because many of you know I am a firm believer that those of us living through the grieving process need helpful resources. I can tell you that without a doubt, Good Grief meets all the criteria to make on my library shelf and for those of you who follow me – you know that is not an easy accomplishment.

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Normally I would take a grief resource book and blog through it as it relates to my own experience. Since the author has already done that for us, I will write my review with some interjection from my experience as well. This link will take you to her website: http://www.ericamcneal.com. She has a great resource page on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/?ref=tn_tnmn#!/pages/Good-Grief/167406756656003 and she is also on Twitter @toddanderica.

Overall the book is well written and addresses some of the most difficult topics regarding grief. Regardless of how we found ourselves on this journey, her book can help those of us who live with grief and those of us who know someone who is living with grief. The specific area that I feel the author really nailed was how those who speak to us while in our depths of grief can cause more pain and suffering. This is really one of my most favorite parts of the book. She gives some great pointers to those who walk with us during our journey and tips on what to say or what not to say.

Through my journey I have found that my relationships after my daughter’s death changed. Some for the good and some not so good. Erica offers some great advice in this area and I would highly recommend her book to anyone who is walking with a friend or family member as it will give them the much needed advice to support in a positive and affirming way.

So often friends and family would stop calling or visiting. When I asked why they would say to me “I didn’t know what to say”. Can I just say how dreadfully hard that is to know that the people you thought were your friends and family would find it easier to stay away than to ask “what can I do?”. If you are experiencing this in your journey – please give them Good Grief! and have them specifically read Chapter Seven. Remembering one key component: your quiet presence will always trump your loud absence.

Erica speaks of the guilt she had over the death of her daughter Kylie and that pain resonated with me as well. Guilt can be devastating to a grieving family. So many questions are left unanswered when a child dies. Did we do enough? Should we have tried this or that? Was there something I missed? The plaguing questions can go on forever. But as Erica eludes to God’s grace and the support of some close friends and family can help begin to bridge the gap between unanswered questions and acceptance of the unknown. This has been the case for me as I have dealt with such guilt over my daughter’s death and have been able to come to terms with those questions. Some of them continue to be unresolved, but I have turned them over to God to keep for a later time.

Erica covers a topic that is near and dear to my heart and that is in Chapter Two – Why Me? I have written about that myself and as she so eloquently writes: “…when people use their grief and pain as ministry opportunities, it impacts the lives of those around them.” “Sometimes, a person has already begun to grieve, but can be given the gift of renewed strength and energy to continue pressing forward……use their difficulties to come alongside someone else…. and the best statement yet “his or her feelings and emotions are validated when somebody else can relate.” Extraordinarily important is the walk we can take with those who come along behind us and enter this life-long journey.

I have found that writing my blog over the years and befriending those who have joined the journey after me has given me a purpose. At the end of the day – sometimes it is the hope we get and the hope we extend that can make all the difference. A quote from a recent sermon I heard says it the best: “When your life meets reality – choose hope.”

Chapter Five – Grace. Here Erica contains some great advice for those who try to meet us in our walk and don’t know what to say or do. Grace is so easily given, but so often withheld and primarily because we have forgotten how to give grace. She goes on to write about other things we can do to support those in need in Chapter Six. Totally spot on with even those of us who are the grievers know what we need. We are new at this too. As I eluded to in the earlier paragraphs, she does a great job offering pointers with great rationale to support how to help, what to say and what not to say.

I’ve said this many times “The Silence is Deafening”. It’s heartbreaking and adds to the already unbearable pain the one who is grieving is experiencing. For me the silence speaks more than saying the wrong thing. But again the author really hits the mark with her suggestions and helpful hints for those who want to walk along side their loved one and be all that they can be at that moment. Whatever that looks like – just be actively present.

The other thing that resonates with me throughout the book Erica speaks about a journal. You all know I’m a big advocate for keeping a journal. I believe writing gives your grief a voice and takes it from your very broken heart and puts in a place where you can say “yes that is my pain” and now I can give it to God to heal and at some later point come back and read it knowing “yes that was my pain” and God is working to heal it and He always will. He never gives up and He never runs out on you. Never.

Erica says something so profound and it’s this: “Yes, specifically use the word “died” and remember to use the name of your loved one’s child.” I can’t even begin to say how utterly important this one small thing is. Validation of what happened and that their child existed once. As Erica says “it opens up the doors for him or her to start talking about their emotions and hurt with you.” Erica says “while this may feel uncomfortable, it shows that  you value the child that has died and their grief.” If there is one thing you can take away from all of this – please don’t forget this.

There are so many great moments in Good Grief! that I believe it is well worth purchasing for yourself and for anyone who is going through this journey. I believe it can be helpful any one no matter where they are in their journey. For me, even at the 6th year mark, find this book validating, resourceful and provides hope that I am not alone.

Awesome job Erica! Congrats on a well-rounded, resourceful and very helpful book about grief.

until next time,

m

The crushing ripples of grief

I remember back in the early days after my daughter’s death I struggled with knowing who I was. I felt much like a tree that used to have beautiful branches and blooms. After the stormy death of Brittany, I felt that my limbs had been severed, my blooms withered away and I was left with just a shell. Devoid of all things called life.

I felt out-of-place wherever I went. When I went to an event in the town I lived, I felt out-of-place. When I walked in the store to get groceries, I felt out-of-place. When I drove up to my house in EGR, I felt out-of-place. Everywhere I turned I felt out-of-place. My whole life revolved around my daughter. 17 years of giving birth to her, keeping her safe, always working with medical team to keep her healthy. So when all that went away – I was left with a feeling of no purpose. It was a dark time.

As the months waned on and the winter cold settled in I felt more reclusive and more depressed.  I read the bible a lot those days hoping to find some guidance as to why it all  happened to me. Never really got that message. Which increased my feelings of worthlessness and depression. The more I read I should just have faith and get over it and move on, the more I came to understand that no one truly gets. I think the only way anyone could get this is for someone to have this happen to them. To have their life ripped up and their heart ripped out to the point that you feel nothing.

I wrote daily in my journal and for the most part it was very sparse. Sometimes I drew pictures of how I felt because the words wouldn’t come.  One of the items the journal page asked for was gratitude. I found that hard initially to find anything to be grateful about. Sometimes it would be the name of a person, or the sunny weather – but mostly I found myself grateful for breathing.

So often it was the gift of friends that caught me through so many of the dark days the first year.  Many came to be close friends that made me feel like I could make it through. I received so much love during that time and for that I have always been grateful. That is how the strong foundation was built for me to get to another level. I’ll always be forever thankful for God bringing those into my life, even if it was for a short time.

When your confidence is in God – you can do anything and God will show up!

My turning points were when I saw Brittany as a special gift from God because He knew I could care for her and give her a life that would shine and be of honor to God. Took me a long while to see that.

In February 2007, I had no idea where or what to do with my life. I wasn’t sure where my life would go or if I wanted it to go on. But through my faith and family and the best of friends I decided to move back to hometown of Indy. It was the one thing I was happy about. I wanted so desperately to leave the home I had with Brittany because it brought me such pain. There were so many great memories in that house, but also it is where I found her unresponsive. I had to leave.

While in the months to come, having left that  house was good for my grieving process, it was not good for my financial life. It was crushed. I found myself starting over. Even today I am still fighting the effects of that decision, which I would do again today, but it’s very sad that someone who has lost so much had to lose much more. There was no fairness. NONE.

People want to know why is it so hard to get over a loss. It’s because there is a ripple effect that happens when loss occurs. The ripples of life keep coming at you giving you little to no time to recover. Whenever I think I’m ready to move forward and buy a new house or condo, I find I cannot because losing my daughter meant losing my home too. So whenever I want to truly start over in my life, I cannot. I am forever reminded that when I ask if I can buy a car or a house or get credit – and I get denied – it’s just as if she has died all over agin. It just never stops.

I remain faithful that God will continue to bless me and that one day I’ll be able to start my life over again.

God is close to the broken-hearted, he restores those whose spirits are crushed.

Mine are still crushed.

until next time,

m

Memorials, Treasures and Tears

I have a area set up in my house to “memorialize” my daughter. I really don’t like that word “memorialize” very much. But it is what we have to describe when we set a very special place up to show off our loved ones who have passed on.

Most people have a cemetery to visit, but I do not. I knew I wouldn’t continue to live in the state we lived at the time of her death. So cremation was the only option. I’ve never been a big cemetery visitor anyway. I rarely visit the graves of my family including my own mother. It makes me too sad.

Brittany used to give me such grief about not going to her grave enough. I just said to her “she is not here so why visit”. But now with Brittany gone, it does bother me a bit that I don’t have “that place” to go. To sit and talk with her, to cry and place flowers on her grave.

Over the years I have created someone of “place” with a few things to give me that sense that I can visit her. I also created a memory book during the first year after her passing and I have always found that to have been very healing. While be it hard to look at sometimes, it is very special to my heart.

The one place I have her personal things in is a special piece of furniture given to me by my late great grandparents. It’s a hope chest. Funny how it’s turned into a burial place for my daughters private diaries, her artwork, her precious American Girl doll (that looks like her) and many other treasures. When I open that up, and it’s not very often that I do, it opens up the wounds of my heart. Tears flow like a river. It’s so emotional that hope chest. It carries the hopes and dreams that died along with my beloved Brittany.

With a heavy sigh, I can say that having these treasures close by is very important to me, I find it to be a little unnerving that it is so close by. I want to visit it, go through her things, but it’s just too painful yet. Even on my 6th year, it’s just too painful. So it remains closed, unopened and waiting. Waiting for me to gain my nerve. To be alone with it. To grieve all over again.

But it will also bring me such joy and what a great person I gave birth to and helped to grow into a beautiful young woman. I miss you Brittany.

until next time,

m

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