Something to ponder…

I have been reading some of my previous posts from the past three years and this one stood out to me. I am astounded that I was able to see this with such clarity only after a few short months after Brittany died.

I believe it bears repeating….

Some thing’s to ponder….

Instead of asking why I can’t have something…ask – why do I have so much?

When God comes he will destroy the earth by fire…everything you have will be gone – even your 401K!

How can you use what you have to further the ministry of God?

The life you live today is an audition for your role in heaven!

in other words….

Those you touch today will be who receives you in heaven.

My question for you is:

Don’t you want to have millions of people at your reception party in heaven?

Think about that as you begin your week- how can you serve our God with the possessions you have been given. Who can you help today? Whose life can you make better or whose face can you put a smile on? These things are what we have been commanded to do in the name of our Father in heaven. These are the treasures you are storing up in heaven and will make your entry into heaven a glorious day indeed.

My daughter lived by this example everyday that I knew her…now how can I not smile knowing she has made God smile for her work done here on earth.

until next time,

m

Don’t look back!

So often I find myself looking back at my life and wondering how the heck did I get this far. In learning about grief recovery I have found on my own journey that it doesn’t pay to look back. I have to look forward.

By looking forward I mean I have to keep my eye on the future. The road my life is taking, not the road it has taken. When I keep myself focused on the now and the future, my life goes along pretty well. But when I let myself think back, look back I begin to want to go back. And I cannot.

Some days going back is all I want to do. I think that one day I will wake up and the bad dream of the past three years will be over and life will be as it was. I sit and cry out to God and ask “please can I just have a do over”? I just want my life back. The one where I knew how to be a mom, I knew how to be a nurse, I knew how to make decisions, I knew how to breathe – I knew how to live.

Now I struggle with knowing what to do, or what to say or how to live. Some days I struggle with finding the strength to breathe. But then I remember that God has a plan for me. That plan is unfolding before my eyes. I have to be in the present to realize it. Or it will pass me by and I’ll never see it. Or at least to the degree that God wants me to.

Being present means not looking back longingly at a life once lived. That doesn’t mean I can’t look back and remember the good times. It just means that keeping my eye on the future is how I am going to fulfill the plan God has for me. A plan that I know involves bringing some type of meaning to the huge loss in my life. The emptiness that resides in my heart – may one day be filled again.

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. (Jeremiah 29:11-13)

I believe this scripture is one of many that have given me hope throughout these past three years. I have relied so often on my bible and the Word – but mostly on my quiet time with God when I tell Him how grateful I am that I have come this far. And that I am grateful for how far I have yet to go.

until next time

m

Holidays and Grief – MORE Magazine

I was recently invited to write a story for More.com. I am so excited to share it with you and hope it brings you some joy and peace this holiday season.

until next time

m

Holidays and Grief – MORE Magazine.

When does it stop?

Tomorrow would have been my daughter’s 21st birthday. This will be the fourth birthday I’ve had to endure remembering she is no longer here to celebrate them. Can I just say it isn’t any easier to swallow the pain and grief that rises up in my throat today than it was on her 18th birthday just one month after she died.

So I ask – when does it stop? When does the pain and grief that rise up in my throat stop? I push it back down again and again, yet it rises up and makes me sick to my stomach. I think her birthday is harder than any other date. Why, not sure, but perhaps it has something to do with how hard it was to have her in the first place.

I have written about that before, so I won’t go into it again. But it certainly could have some bearing on why this date causes me so much anguish. Then perhaps it might have something to do with the many years of dealing with her chronic illness and sometimes sub par healthcare that maybe, just maybe that sickening feeling I get in my throat is anger.

Anger towards her many caretakers. I’ll never know. But what I do know is that this has to stop. This pit in my stomach that comes every November 30th. I know it’s another one of those times when I have to find a way to make peace with it all.

Making peace and taking comfort enables me to move forward. Yet it is one of the hardest things to do as a griever. Taking comfort in what – the fact that she is no longer suffering. Well I’d challenge you on that because I’d ask why did she have to suffer at all. Why couldn’t she have been spared her illness like so many other kids. Why her? Why me?

Then someone said to me recently “why not her and why not me” – God doesn’t guarantee that we will lead a blessed life always – He doesn’t guarantee that life won’t have some bumps in the road. But He does guarantee that He is with us always. That He will comfort those who are mourning. That He will heal the broken-hearted.

That I know to be true.

until next time

m

Tug of War

Sometimes I feel like I am a human tug-of-war rope with moving forward on one end and moving backward on the other. This time of year this battle is stronger and harder to fight.

One minute I am smiling and enjoying my moment and then BOOM – I’m reeling in grief and can hardly breathe. Trying to explain that to people has always been difficult for me. It’s hard to explain how it feels to have your heart ripped out. To have your life completely turned upside down.

I wrote the below two years ago and it still holds true today:

Just a note about what I am going through – this may help you gain some perspective.

  • My heart has been ripped away from my chest and will be scared forever by her absence.
  • My reason for living is gone. Now I am left to find a new reason to live. Great.
  • The loneliness of my life is extraordinarily hard to bare.

One day you are someone leading a life that you took for granted, then you are leading a life you never imagined would happen, nor do you want to participate in. But you must.

Grief is so hard. If you have never experienced this magnitude of loss, there are no rules. It takes you where it wishes, when it wishes and how ever long it wishes.

Now – my faith has kept me going. Without my faith I can guarantee you without any doubt that I would not be here now writing. I would have ended the pain that I continually endure.

I can’t imagine enduring this without God. Without my church family. Without my friends and family. Yet it is one of the loneliest journeys I’ve ever had to make. Although it has been 3 years – it feels like yesterday.

Scripture of Comfort! – This one sustains me daily:

The Lord is close to the broken-hearted. He rescues those whose spirits are crushed. – Psalm 34:18

until next time,

m

Thanksgiving Message

Thanksgiving for the past 3 years has been extremely difficult for me. Losing my only child has made it very difficult to see the things I am thankful for. The things I should be thankful for. You have to understand – when life isn’t going so well – and you’ve lost all that you know to be true – it’s hard to see the blessings.

Monday, November 30th would have been her 21st birthday. Over the past 3 years her friends, family and I have celebrated it by eating Mac and Cheese and having a Starbucks Carmel Frappachino. But this year I just don’t even want to do that. In fact, the thought of it makes me nauseated.

This 3rd year seems to be harder than the last few years. Not sure why. Maybe just because. Or maybe because so many other parts of my life are a mess. The only good thing I got to hold onto is that I know God loves me. And that is what keeps me going. Because seriously if I didn’t have that – I wouldn’t be able to sustain the life I live now.

I was talking with some friends and I was telling them how I was feeling – they all said that they felt I was here to help others. That even though I have had some incredibly bad things happen in my life – that God is using me to help others. And on some levels I do see that, especially when I hear from people who have been helped either by my story or by my blog. But there are times when I feel I don’t have much left to give.

What does that say? It says I need to slow down and let God fill me back up. I need to receive a little bit. So for the next few days I will be spending that time with God – just me and Him. Talking, praying, reading – just being in His presence soaking up all He has to give me.

Until next time

M

Some days are harder than others.

I won’t deny that some days are difficult to get through for us grievers. In fact, some days I would just as soon pull the covers up and over my head and sleep. But I get up because it is the very medicine I need to keep moving forward. But some days….are harder than others.

The thoughts that invade my mind come ever so quickly this time of year. Harder to push them back where they belong – in the dark place. I have to be more cognizant of their ability to disrupt my day or put me in a bad mood. I look up and ask God to help me get through the day. But some days….are harder than others.

The ability to acknowledge that the life I knew is gone becomes increasingly difficult this time of year. It’s as if I don’t have a choice in where my mind goes. What thoughts I think. That is when I lean into God and pray for quiet. A peace that can sustain me. But some days….are harder than others.

Spending time with family is harder this time of year. You would think that it would be easier to have the people who love you around, but seriously, it makes things harder. Why – because then I have to hide how I feel so that it doesn’t ruin their fun. I would feel too guilty and that pressure is too great. So I pray to God for strength.  But some days……are harder than others.

The two-sidedness of my life is exhausting to live. But I find it is the only way I can exist. Crazy as that may seem – it works. The private griever in me wants to be left alone and to withdrawal from the world. The old me – wants to live life out loud and be an outrageous crusader for God. A life conflicted for sure. But some days…..are harder than others.

As God continues to heal my life, my heart, my soul……some days…..are harder than others.

until next time

m

Doors of Life

For Everyone Who Ask, Receives. Everyone Who Seeks, Finds. And to Everyone Who Knocks, The Door Will Be Opened. – Luke 11:10

I’ve been praying for a long, long time for God to open a door so that the one behind me will close. I think I may have gotten my request a little out-of-order. I think I may be in looking back way to often and not looking forward enough.

As I continue to move forward on my journey of grief since the death of my daughter I find myself, especially this time of year, looking longingly at that past door that lies behind me. I am sure now after reading that scripture that by not keeping my eyes fixed forward I have hindered God’s desires for me.

Can I just say that takes an incredible amount of grace and humility to admit that, although I feel like God is making doors open for me, I can’t help but to look back sometimes and wish that I would wake up and it all had been a bad dream.

I find that particularly painful to admit, because I know it is the very thing that has stonewalled my progress. The problem then becomes how do I stop looking back. Stop looking back at a life I still long for. How do close that part of my life and look forward? It’s not the game  I wanted to play.

During this time of year seems to be the most difficult. The tendency to look longingly at the door of my past life with Brittany is so strong this time of year. It takes a great deal of strength and attention for me to stay focused on the present and future. I lean into and yes I said into Jesus in order to stay focused on moving forward.

The one thing I do know is that this happens every year at this time. For the past three years it has been extremely difficult to remain faithful that God will keep that door open long enough for me to crawl through. But I also know that God has always remained faithful to me even when I couldn’t even see it. See HIM. He is always there. Waiting for me.

My challenge is finding a way to close the gap between when I start to feel this longing and when I am able to focus on the door in front of me and not the one behind me. And understanding that this journey is a process and one that ebbs and flows without too much influence from me. It’s the nature of the beast.

Every gift that God gives us opens a door for something greater and more wonderful than we can imagine. I know this to be true. The hard part is remaining faithful to that knowledge when it gets a little rocky or life hits the skids. Remaining faithful will allow God to move in ways we can’t possibly imagine.

Hold on my friends, hold on.
until next time

m





Holidays and Grief

Holidays have always been a torturous time for us grievers. A time of happiness and family get-togethers becomes a time of sadness, loneliness and feelings of despair for the griever.  There is also an added amount of pressure from well-meaning family and friends to “be happy” or it’s time to “move on” during this time of year.

This is the time of year that grievers often take to keeping to themselves. Not being too social. Almost to the point of being recluse. That happens in part because one it’s easier than dealing with the “well-meaning” family and friends who think they are helping and two because showing your pain and grief somehow makes it more real. It becomes your private friend. The one you don’t want to introduce anymore to anyone.

It’s hard to for a griever to imagine that their broken heart can mend or that love will ever feel the same again. But love doesn’t end when your loved one dies. The love left in your heart is still there. It’s the emptiness, the void left from their absence that makes your heart hurt. But the love – always will it be there to hold your heart together.

On one hand the holiday season brings beautiful decorations and lights. Wonder singing and praises to our God and then there are the lonely moments when the pain of your loss overwhelms you and all those sweet memories that you hold so dear to your heart remind you that your loved one is not there again to enjoy the holidays with you. And despite the good intentions of others, no one can take away the hurt you feel. All we can do is find ways to cope with the holidays.

Healing through the holidays can happen, but only if you allow yourself to experience the season. Feel the goodness of the season. See the beauty of the season. Because it is Jesus’ birth that we truly celebrate. All the other “holiday stuff” is just that – stuff. If you get your mind on the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas – you can truly move beyond the pain of the holidays.

Don’t be afraid to talk about how you feel or to express your feelings of grief. Pain doesn’t go away on its own. It must be given a voice, whether it be vocal or written expression. I’ve always been a big fan of journaling as I can honestly say it has allowed me the vision to see my journey laid out on paper to see the progression from early grief to the grief I have today, three years later.

When you are experiencing an increase in grieving, it can make you more tired, physically and mentally. So take the time you need to slow down and get the rest you deserve. Don’t try to keep up with everyone else. Learn to say no when you need a break. But also say yes when you need to have someone around to talk with.

My biggest lesson that I’ve struggled with from the get go has been learning to say no. Stretching myself beyond my limits. I do it because it keeps me busy and then when I’m busy I don’t think about how painful I feel. It’s a cover up. It actually can increase your grief because it is increasing your stress. Stress on the body lowers your ability to cope.

Surround yourself with people who understand that the holidays can be difficult for  you. That holidays increase your awareness and sense of loss – so much so – that you may avoid holiday activities. Spending time with people who understand and that allow you to talk openly about your feelings is one of the most important gifts a family member or friend can give a griever at the holidays.

I know personally for me it’s hard to find people who want to hear my story or to hear about Brittany. But it’s crucial to the healing process to include them, the memories of them in the conversations without having someone roll their eyes at you or change the subject all because it’s too uncomfortable for the. It’s not their loss – it’s not their pain – it’s not their life. It’s your life, your pain, your loss and it has to be acknowledged for as long as you need.

A plan for anticipated moments where you may feel overwhelmed by a thought or memory should be in place so if it does happen you can leave the room or take a break without feeling embarrassed.

The most important part – is our memories of our loved ones are legacies that exist. They are apart of who we are and apart of who they were in our lives. Holidays make us remember these times more than any other time of the year. Go with it. Let it come. Journal it. Embrace it. Don’t ignore it. I have found over the past 3 years that the memories now bring smiles more than tears. But the tears still do come. Your memories are the love you had with that person and will forever remain in your heart. No one – No one can take that from you.

Create new memories by spending time with people. Try not to isolate yourself thinking you can avoid the holiday season. You can’t and it’s truly not good for you. I try to spend time with friends, family and other people to create a new definition of holiday for me. But with that in mind, these people I spend time with know my story and know that my story is what makes me who I am today.

Most of all love yourself during the holidays. Express yourself by giving and receiving love from others and from God. Surround yourself with loving people and you’ll see that your journey through the holidays will take on a new and different light. But always with a distant glow that remains in your heart from the love and joy that came from having loved someone so much.

Until next time

m

Value of Friendship – An After Thought

In preparing for this Friday’s Remembrance Service I was going to use the post “The Value of Friendship” to speak to the attendees who are there in support of someone who is attending the service to remember a loved one who has died.  Mostly in part because I believe this topic has become so taboo to most and it doesn’t seem to be discussed much in other grief books.

As I attended church today the topic was on authentic relationships. I thought to myself after the sermon, that maybe I needed to add to my original post. But after reflecting on it I have decided to write an after thought. Mostly because I don’t want to take away from the original content of the post, but I do want to have some connection to it with what I’m about to say.

When I talk about friendship and the value of it, I’m speaking from the perspective of grief. How grief can affect friendships, families and other relationships. The one message I don’t feel I was able to convey was that when a person does go through a life event, whether it be a loss of a job, or a loved one or divorce, you find out who your real friends are. The ones that stand by you.

In today’s message at church DaveRod talked about what it means to have authentic relationships. So I got to thinking about how that would look from a grievers perspective.  How that when we have a relationship with someone – how does it look? How do you see it? And is this relationship a two-way street? By that I mean does the other person involved feel the same way about the relationship.

I’ve said this before that “real friends” stand by you no matter how difficult life gets. In fact, some friends come into your life after you have suffered a loss and some friends leave after you suffer a loss. Real friends are an extension of God. As DaveRod states it “they serve as a surrogate” or “stand in for God”. As I sat there today hearing that, I so profoundly thought of the three most incredible people who did exactly that for me.

These three women provided love, time, company and the most precious to me was that they brought me joy when I thought it was all gone. They brought me hope because they made me feel loved. That is what God wants us to do when we are in authentic relationships with people – to be an extension of Him. To love. To give. To sacrifice. Are you doing that? Can you say that you have authentic relationships in your life?

Towards the end of the sermon DaveRod mentions something that just blows my mind. “You have to spend love to get love” – holy moly. We get what we spend. We get what we give. As a grieving mother, daughter, granddaughter – I can say that I probably have been receiving a lot more than I’ve been giving. Perhaps that’s why I have chosen to continue this blog. To write the book. To mentor college kids. To mentor parents who have recently lost a child. It’s payback time.

Today I am grateful for some incredible authentic relationships in my life. From the darkest moments of the early days after Brittany died when all I could do was crawl to my bible and look up scripture just to get some sort of hope that the pain in my chest would be healed. To now, where I stand in my journey I have been blessed by some of God’s greatest gifts.

In 1st Corinthians 13:7 – “Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.”

Verse 13 captures it all: “three things will last forever – faith, hope, and love – and the greatest of these is love.

Until next time

m