Saturday, September 6, 2014

Day 460

DIARY OF AN UNWILLING WIDOW

September 6, 2014

Day 460

 

Fifteen months today...fifteen whole months...I like numbers that are divisible by 5, but not this one.

 

And this malaise that I talked about in my last post - it's still happening.  I don't know if this is depression or a natural stage of grieving, a spiritual battle, or just the absence of having anything of which to look forward to.  But, ugh - I hate it!  I even had a friend ask me seriously this week, "Are you thinking of suicide, Sarah?"

 

No, no - I'm not.  I doubt there is a widow out there who hasn't had the thought cross her mind at one time or the other.  Death is a natural escape from pain and grief brings ever-present pain, at least for a season.  And there have even been times that I have thought to myself, particularly after a rough day of parenting that perhaps my kids would be better off with the guardians I have set in place for them, rather than with me for a mother.  But I know thoughts like that must come straight from Satan.

 

I had a gentlemen this week tell me (he had no idea of what I've been going through lately) that after his daughter died he got the point where he had to look in a mirror three times a day and inform Satan verbally that he would "not win today!"  I don't know...things like that seem to smack of Pentacostalism to me.  I would really prefer not to be on speaking terms with the Devil.  Isn't that what God is for, anyway? 

 

But what if this IS oppression?  It certainly feels oppressing, no matter what the source.  I am still reading my Bible and praying.  But when I read, it feels like sawdust and my prayers don't seem to get my past my ceiling some days.  Something is wrong, but I don't know what it is.  If it's some hidden sin in my life, I'd like to take care of it, just to be rid of this burden.  But I'm not seeing it right now.  If it's just part of grieving, then I know it will pass in  time.  But I don't know and it's weighing me down further and further every day.

 

All I do know is that I hate it.

 

I did decide that perhaps I need to be better "armed" as I face my days, though.  I think that's the whole point of Ephesians 6.  So today I copied out my favorite verse from this time of grief  and I'm going to memorize it.  I have not actually memorized anything voluntarily since I was in college.  So this may be a challenge.  But I'm going to it.  And then I'll do another one.  And another one.

 

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All right...so this first week of September:

 

My allergies have been at it.  Apparently, my reprieve was only that.  They're here.  But they are not as severe as they've been in the past.  So, I can be thankful for that.

 

We started school this week.  Sort of.  I haven't had a whole lot of time to sit down with the kids  yet.  But technically, I am homeschooling a 9th, 1st, and kindergartener now.

Ben's school got him an "internship" at the grocery store in Pville for a couple of hours an afternoon, two days a week.  He is beyond delighted.  And so am I.

 

He is already spending a period a day working in the kitchen and lunch room at the school.  He leaves school nearly an hour early on Wednesdays to go work in the farmer's market.  He's probably doing less actual schoolwork this year than any other year.  But I'm good with that.  It's this practical, job-training skill stuff that I want for him.  Two years from now he'll be out of school and needing some sort of employment and life plan.

 

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Monday was Labor Day.  Will came home in the late afternoon and grilled out with us and forced his brothers to play football with him.  I saw him again Thurs. when he came down to do respite with Ben and some house things I needed.  And I saw him for about 6 min. this morning when we met at Jordan Creek so we could give him some things he wanted out of his room for Spirit Week next week at Faith.  For being out of the house, I'm sure seeing an awful lot of him!  Not complaining, not one bit...

 

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Oh, those rotten kids...David just came in the house yowling like a cat after a bath.  Last summer we had the fruit cellar pushed in and early this summer Will planted grass seed.  Sam and Lizzie dug holes all over that thing this afternoon.  I'm not opposed to kids digging.  In fact, I think it's a good, childlike thing to do - but not in the fresh grass, right next to the house!  So I made them fill in the holes, in the dark.  Lizzie was actually only in her underpants because I had been trying clothes on her.  But I was so mad - not so much that they had dug holes, but that both denied it when questioned.  They've lost their ipad privileges for a week.

 

I told them I'd show them next week where they are allowed to dig.

 

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Last Sunday was my last week of teaching Children's Church until I sign up again.  I didn't really have time to plan a craft, so I just printed off a picture of Moses in the basket for the kids to color.  Lizzie asked, "What color was Moses?"  I don't think I've ever had a child ask me that before.  Then, Sam spoke up in a "duh" voice,

 

"He was white" he said.

 

It took me a minute to get the story facts straight in my head - Moses came from Egypt, his parents were Jewish, Egyptians are light brown, but so are Jews, so - light brown, then?  That's what I told Lizzie, anyway. Charlton Heston was white, but I think they got it wrong.  Sam's quick response made me think, though.  How often do we view Bible stories through our "white" lense? 

 

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Ellie broke the lamp in the girls' room this week.  She breaks everything - seriously.  I sent David to vacuum up the glass from the broken light bulb, but  he must have missed a spot because last Sun. Lizzie came down the steps with blood streaming all down her leg.  She'd been kneeling in her room and cut her knee open.  It was a deep cut, about 1/2" long,  but it wasn't gaping.  Do I take her in or not?  The closest facility is the ER in Knoxville but I have never been overly impressed with the competence of their staff.  I could go to Childrens but that's a 40 min. drive and I'd sure hate to do all that and be sent home with a band-aid.  I finally decided that a scar on the knee is really not a terrible thing to have to live with.  So I just slapped one on and called it good.  It bled for about six hours, though, and we had to change her bandaid several times.  I'm wondering if maybe she could have used a stitch or two.  Oh, well.

 

Lizzie pulled out her first top tooth a couple of days later.  She was SO excited.  That thing bled and bled, though.  Maybe she's just a bleeder.  Sam is a little jealous because his top teeth, while slightly wiggly, are definitely  not ready for release yet.  It just galls him whenever Lizzie beats him to anything!  I am hoping Lizzie will loose her other top tooth before the first, permanent one grows back.  I don't think there is anything cuter than a kid with no top teeth!  Maybe that will happen before she gets her birthday pictures done.  I hope so!

 

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The tv was on this week and it flashed to an advertisement that features a robed judge sitting behind the bench, waving her gavel.  Ellie observed that and then excitedly commented, "Hey - we go see that lady!"  It took me a minute, but I realized she was remembering her adoption.  How cool is that?  I didn't think she'd be capable of remembering that day, as young as she was.

 

I found a cute cupcake recipe on Pinterest that I'm going to make on the 19th.  Lizzie is very insistent that we must acknowledge the anniversary of their adoption and I think that's a good idea, too.  Cupcakes sound like an excellent way to do that, I'm thinking!

 

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Will told me that he is becoming aggravated by a sign at his job.  It reads, "Womens" for the women's section store of the store.  He thinks it should be "Women's" and I'd have to agree.  It's the section of the store belonging to women, so "women" should be possessive.  Right?  I love that I have a child who also gets irritated by these things.  The other day I was in a PostNet store, where they mail stuff and do copies and things like that.  They have a rolling screen on the wall featuring ads from local businesses.  Someone's ad used "it's" when it should have been "its" and it was all I could do from pointing that out to the store worker.  Of all the things wrong in the world, I guess I really shouldn't let bad punctuation and grammar get to me, but I do.

 

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I discovered this week that bacon can be baked.  I never knew that.  All these years of making a mess on the stove and being repeatedly stung by popping grease have been for naught.  I tried it - twice - and it worked beautifully both times. 

 

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David grew this summer - a lot.  Actually, he's pretty much been growing non-stop for the past year.  Ben grew a lot, too, over the summer, I found, when I tried on his clothes for this fall and winter.  David grew so much, though, that he can't wear the clothes that Ben outgrew.  His long, bony wrists  protrude past the ends of those sleeves.  So, they both need a ton of clothes this season.  They're in men sizes, of course, which means the cost of their clothing is a lot more than when they were little.  Fortunately, we have a Plato's Closet out here, which is a wonderful consignment store geared toward teens and young adults.  In fact, they've outgrown their current facility and will soon be moving into a new, bigger store.  I need to get out there one of these days, soon, to get what they need.

 

But I got a coupon from Younkers this week, good only this weekend, for $50 off a $100 purchase.  They seem to send those out fairly regularly, but I don't know that I've ever used one before.  It's not too often I need to buy $100 worth of something from a department store, I guess.  So this morning I loaded up all 5 kids and drove to town, hoping to score at least a couple pairs of jeans for David.  I was so tickled when I found a display of Ruff Hewn jeans (mid-price brand Younkers carries) that were normally $48 a pair on sale for $25.  With my coupon I ended up getting four pairs for $12.50 apiece!  I don't think I would have found them at a consignment  store or even Walmart for that cheap.  Of course, considering that David may have them outgrown by January, it's probably best I don't invest a whole lot into his bottoms.

 

He really wants a new suit and I want to get him one.  I think most moms of teenage boys would be thrilled to have a son that actually wants to dress up for church!  I'm hoping Kohls will send me a 30% of coupon one of these days soon and then I'll be able to scoop him up one for not a whole lot of money.  That's how I got both of Will's last winter.  He'd better not grow anymore, either.

 

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Yesterday I did my monthly shopping.  It was Lizzie's turn to go and since she also needed a whole lot of winter clothing (I really need to become friends with someone who has a daughter slightly older and larger than Lizzie) I took advantage of her company to take care of those needs, too.  We actually had a very nice time together.  I enjoyed it especially because she's been such a pill lately.  I think I'm starting to  learn how to "stroke" her in order to get better behavior responses out of her, but I find that irritating, too, that I have to do that in order to get her to be reasonable and somewhat compliant.  She should just obey because it's the right thing to do!  But anyway, yesterday was nice.  I think she enjoyed the one-on-one time.  She can be a delightful human being when she wants to be. 

 

We found everything she needed.  I think Lizzie appreciated that I let her choose her own clothing - even when it wasn't what I wanted for her.  As long as it doesn't violate my standards for  what I think pleases God most and it reflects well on our house, then I'm going to try not to be too controlling - even though I waited 18 years to be able to buy little girl clothing!

 

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Another week starts tomorrow.  It will be a busy one.  Monday I've got to spend time up at City Hall getting ready for Thursday night's meeting - otherwise, I'm not sure when it will happen.  Monday night David and Sam start flag football.  Tuesday is a Learning RX day and then that evening I am helping serve Simpson students supper for a thing our church does every so often.  Wednesday I'll be in Iowa City with Ben and that night is church.  Thursday is Learning RX and that night is our meeting.  Friday won't be quite so busy.  All I have to do is meet with Marcia.  And Saturday I might collapse!

 

As I am spending a lot of time these days ruminating over just what it is that is going on in my heart/soul/mind, I find that I am appreciating a song by Tenth Avenue North that's currently getting some air time.  I downloaded it a few weeks ago.  I am so worn out in my soul.  Life is taking a toll and I'm feeling it, emotionally, physically, spiritually,  into the depths of my being.  It seems like every cell of who I am begs for release from this burden I carry.  But yet, I know it won't always be this way.  There will be a release - someday.  Right now, it's hard for me to hang onto hope because I don't see it.  But I know it's there, somewhere, hidden behind the clouds that are distorting my perception right now.

 

 

Worn

 

I'm tired 
I'm worn 
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes to keep on breathing

I've made mistakes 
I've let my hope fail
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
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

And my prayers are wearing thin
I'm worn even before the day begins
I'm worn I've lost my will to fight
I'm worn so heaven come and flood my eyes

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
Yes all that's dead inside will be reborn
Though I'm worn 
Yeah I'm worn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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