Hard work

I catered a wedding this weekend. It is such hard work! 4 days pretty much non-stop - 3 of those 12 hour days on my feet. But the result is amazing, joyous...and delicious! And for a bonus? While cooking, I was fully distracted and immersed in the experience and (mostly) filled with joy. 

The colors astounded me, as if it was the first time I'd really seen the colors of food. I marveled at the beautiful green of celery and onion as it softened in olive oil. The orange and creams of the butternut squash and apple stew. The pure creaminess of mayonnaise and sour cream as I whisked it together made me smile. A cutting board filled with perfect rounds of sliced carrots.

And serving the guests at the wedding? Seeing the happy faces of the bride and groom? Hearing the nice things people were saying? Joy, satisfaction, and such a blessing to me to be able to bless others. 

The days pass, one by one, and some are like that - filled with good things. Other days are filled with tears, thoughts of "what if....." and stabs of pain that come and go. I remain unmotivated, incredibly low on energy, with a distinct lack of concentration.They call it "complicated grief". Yuck.

The past 3 months have been some of the hardest of my life, and a tremendous amount of that pain has been not just the loss of Matt, but the trauma that surrounds his death. It jarred my nerves, my brain, my physical body. But as hard as the past 3 months have been, I actually have mostly been distracting my mind with television, books, sleep. My counselor says I've been giving my subconscious mind time to work through the trauma of it all. 

Now it's time to get on with the equally hard task of grieving and healing.

Here's my plan: I mean to start purposefully journaling to allow myself to feel - a little at a time - so I can process those feelings and not keep dampening them with tv and books and sleep. 

I plan to spend more time with God praying, reading the Bible - so that my mind and soul will be filled with truth and not lies, lies like, "If you had spent more time with Matt..." or "You didn't push him hard enough to seek help..."  

I hope to start reading through a book on grief - so that I don't fall back on what I have learned in the past, but keep learning how to work through this loss in a healthy way. 

To be honest, I don't want to do any of this. I want to keep watching Call the Midwife on a loop and napping through the afternoon and only crying when it bursts through the little bubble I've put around myself. But I know what old grief looks like - grief that has never healed and has turned sour inside, grief that hardens the heart. And that's not where I want to live. 

So here I go...

Better

What a difference a day makes. 

The roller coaster ride of grief is ridiculous. I cried all day Sunday and half of Monday. Today I feel like I’m back on my feet. I know this is how it is. I’ve walked this road before. And yet, it drives me crazy. 

And so, in the midst of all this, I am very thankful for the constants. 

My fat cat who loves to sit on my lap and get snuggles. 
My husband who is kind and loving. 
My family and friends who walk alongside me. 
The sunshine that bathes my house in the mornings. 
Favorite tv shows that still make me laugh. 
Hot, sweet tea. 

Even a roller coaster slows down at the top of the climb, and if you are paying attention, you might get a beautiful view. 

The new year

I struggle to say, “Happy New Year” or to look forward to what the new year will bring as the last several years have each held huge and difficult challenges. As I look back and can see the resolution of each of those challenges, they seem manageable. But from this vantage point, with the loss of Matt still so new and painful, I feel like I’m waiting to get knocked off the precarious edge on which I stand. It feels like it wouldn’t take much. 

I feel our loss like lead in my pockets, like an onerous task looming on the horizon. It lies behind me like the memory of a devastating storm, and before me like a mountain that must be climbed. Nine weeks isn’t enough time to do much healing, especially in the midst of the holiday season. Thanksgiving and Christmas felt like obligations to grit my teeth and survive. I struggled to keep my eyes on Jesus during Advent, but took good steps to focus on Him. 

And now the holiday season is over. On to whatever “normal” life is going to look like. I began this morning by listening to songs that had encouraged and helped carry me through the early days, and their words encouraged me still. 

I tried to choose to keep my eyes on Jesus during Advent. And keeping my eyes on Jesus will get me through the coming days, as well. 

Letting go of every single dream, I lay each one down at Your feet...

When You don’t move the mountains I’m needing you to move, 

When You don’t part the water I wish I could walk through, 

When You don’t give the answers as I cry out to You

I will trust in You. 

I know You’re able and I know You can save through the fire with Your mighty hand, 

But even if You don’t my hope is You alone. 

I’m tired, I’m worn. My heart is heavy from the work it takes to keep on breathing. 

My soul feels crushed by the weight of this world. 

And I know that you can give me rest, so I cry out with all that I have left,

“Let me see redemption win, let me know the struggle ends, that you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn.” 

I want to know a song can rise from the ashes of a broken life, 

And all that’s dead inside can be reborn - cause I’m worn. 

I know I need to lift my eyes up, but I’m too weak. 

Life just won’t let up. 

But I know that you can give me rest, so I cry out with all that I have left,

“Let me see redemption win, let me know the struggle ends, that you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn. 

I want to know a song can rise from the ashes of a broken life,

And all that’s dead inside can be reborn - cause I’m worn.”