Monthly Archives: September 2015

My Sister, The Warrior

Yesterday morning, I was driving to a sub job I’d agreed to work. It was 45 minutes away (oops) so I had a lot of time to be alone before arriving.

During my drive, I received a photo for my eyes only. It was a photo of my sister holding her fresh, new baby boy, Gabriel. When I saw the photo, I called my mom. She told me that Gabe was just delivered and handed the phone to my sister.

“That was HARD,” she said, laughing and crying at the same time. Poor thing was exhausted, but I could hear her joy. “You did it! That part is over!” I told her. To my surprise, I was choking up as well. And here we were, my little sister, having just given birth 500 miles away. And myself, on the way to work, allowed to have a quick conversation with the brand new momma.

Kara, I was crying just as much as you were yesterday. Not from the pain, of course, but because I am so proud of you. I will {always} love and cherish those few moments I was able to talk to you right after Gabriel was born. You have so much ahead of you with a new human to care for, but you conquered the pain, sister!

Especially because I haven’t been through this stage of life yet, I’m so proud. You handled pregnancy gracefully and delivered your son into this world.

Only a few short days until I get to meet him and hold him in my arms. I’m excited to hug you and congratulate you in person. I love you. I’m so proud of you. You are so special to me.

Gabriel

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When Plans Change or When Everything Goes Exactly as it Should

Years ago I thought God had forgotten me. From my own perspective, my closest friends were being heard, prayers were being answered, and there I was.

I felt so lonely.

I thought maybe these rules, thoughts, and ideas didn’t apply to me. Surely not. I couldn’t see the evidence anywhere. While I’d cling to the hope in my tears being repaid tenfold in joy, I’m not confident I believed it was true.

The feeling came back again, a year and a half into marriage, when I felt all my dreams were shut down and my hopes were put on what could be a permanent hold.

“But I thought we were supposed to do this – together; and here I am feeling all the weight and all the burden and none of the joy,” were thoughts that consumed my mind. It was really tough. It was difficult to keep my heart and mind focused. I reacted and broke my own heart in the process. I felt stuck and resentful and hopeless. It sounds heavy but it’s true and that’s why I think it’s important to share.

My problem then and sometimes now, was my lack of vision. I couldn’t see past that month or year or past my own hurt. I couldn’t see this work that started years ago will be continued, and it will be for my own good.

I measured my life in nearsighted-ness, ignoring the decades I had yet to evaluate.

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Fast forward to now. I still feel lonely sometimes. I think we all do. But any and all of my feelings have been transcended by this thick, comforting blanket of peace. Almost ten years post endless nights of tears and my hurt doesn’t come from those feelings any longer. Almost five years post committing myself to Nigel and all we’ve experienced, through my fault or not, has been sobering and messy, but nothing I’d trade.

Sometimes all of these life events seem ironic. They aren’t. I think it’s more the beautiful detail that is woven through every interaction, pain, conversation, song, missed opportunity. It still leads me here. Those deep gut feelings or passions reside in me to be pursued, and those hurts I’ve caused are ways to learn and experience, and seek forgiveness and redemption.

When plans change, so do we, because we are meant to be more than we think we could be, and to make mistakes, and to work together and learn from each other, and be edified – and eventually made new.

So thankful for this story.

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