Sunday, September 12, 2010

Not Always Positive...

The last full day of our trip to Estes Park was picture perfect! We left the lodge early, stopped to get Starbucks, and headed to Rocky Mountain National Park! ( even a morning meant for some back to nature time is better with a tall bold with steamed breve! ). The beautiful day had already drawn long lines of cars at the park entrance but with Winston's newly purchased Golden Park Pass we were able to get ahead of the crowd. Not too far into the park we saw several cars pulled over by the side of the road which meant one thing, wildlife spotted! We could easily see the huge elk not far from the road enjoying his morning feed and wasn't at all bothered by the tourists snapping photos and seeing just how close they could get to this monster buck! What a thrill! We continued to drive to all the places we specifically like to see each visit there and as always the sights were stunning. We stopped and got out of the car again to look closer at a waterfall that turned into a flowing stream over rocks and trees that had fallen. With Jeff and Winston on each side of me, we walked up to a fence to watch and listen to the sights and sounds of nature at its best! In an instant I was overwhelmed with the beauty of the moment, it took my breath away and I burst into tears. In this setting of God's creation I was taken back by the beauty of nature untouched by man, an area landscaped by God. Suddenly my thought process changed to the possibility that I might not see this place again, and worse than that I might not see it through the eyes of Hudson and Hamilton for their first visit here! I already felt robbed that during the summer I wasn't able to play with them in the water like I did with my kids when they were little, that our gardening together consisted of me watching them dig in the dirt as opposed to last summer when Hudson and I planted flowers together, that I have to watch stories on my ipad with them instead of read to them, and worst of all that I can no longer sing to them or with them! Why couldn't this have happened to another " Nan " that didn't really want to be so engaged with her children and grandchildren? I know they are out there, always meeting their grandchildren at Chucky Cheese so their house won't get messed up and they won't have to cook, or going to the movie so they can ease their conscience that are doing something with their grandchildren but don't really have to exert themselves much! The more I thought the louder I wailed and the
madder I became! Why wouldn't the God that created all this for me not want to rescue me from this nightmare that has taken over my
body? I have things I want to do and they don't include building a bigger house or driving a more expensive car or having Botox or a facelift!
( I will admit to coloring my hair! ). Those things have never controlled my life so why start now? One of my dear friends and I use to talk about how we and our husbands could be a four member team in missions after our children were grown. Last summer Jeff and I started "Nan and Papa J Camp" for our grandchildren. We had Hudson spend four days with us and our theme was how God made our food, since Hudson didn't embrace all types of scary veggies. We cooked together and cut out pictures of different foods to eat and learned Genesis 1:12, paraphrased for him to memorize. I envisioned grandchildren counting the days until it was time to fill our house for camp with a scrapbook full of pictures capturing each summer. I imagined a period of life past being a pharma rep just being available to whoever for whatever. And speaking of work, did I say I was finished because I was not ready. I always thought I would get to choose when it was time to step down. I could even handle not being able to speak or sing if I could just have the physical strength and coordination I had before.
Back in the car, I was exhausted from such a roller coaster ride emotionally. Taking in the fresh air as we drove, I pondered how I could
simultaneously experience such opposite emotions, how could my thoughts travel from one extreme to another in an instant and how could I deal with such disappointment if God chooses not to intervene in the way I want Him to? And this was one of those times when even I didn't
want to think of the typical answers we try to tell ourselves like...one day at a time, the best way I can, praying continually, with the help of others, or staying in the Word. This was a time when I allowed myself to be angry, feel sorry for myself and my family/friends, and not try to
determine an answer. This time I allowed myself to feel the full weight of disappointment with no positive come backs. This time I faced the
possibility I have avoided giving in to. How could what started out to be such a great morning turn on me so fast? The answers I know I don't seem to like so much! Ok, enough complaining. Time to move forward with what I can do but reserving the right to revisit the not so positive side if it comes up again.

7 comments:

  1. I appreciate your honesty here Mrs. Nancy. Many times the "right" answers or responses aren't always what we feel or want to hear when we are honest with ourselves. I wish that wasn't the case.

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  2. All I can say is how sorry I am that this is happening to you and your sweet family. I think I would ask God the same questions and loudly! And cry and mourn. And wonder why the God who heals... isn't yet ...and may not. And it makes no sense to us. We love you and I know God loves you even more and that even He is grieved that you are suffering.
    But, with everying I don't know, the one thing I know is that you have no where else to turn but to the Lord and He will see you through. He will see all of you through.
    And we are here for you. Much love,
    Tracy

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  3. All I can say is how sorry I am that this is happening to you and your sweet family. I think I would ask God the same questions and loudly! And cry and mourn. And wonder why the God who heals... isn't yet ...and may not. And it makes no sense to us. We love you and I know God loves you even more and that even He is grieved that you are suffering.
    But, with everying I don't know, the one thing I know is that you have no where else to turn but to the Lord and He will see you through. He will see all of you through.
    And we are here for you. Much love,
    Tracy

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  4. So, it seems the first time I posted, Google called me Dana. Hmm?? Not sure, but whatever. Tracy (and her alterego Dana) both love you!

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  5. I love your honesty and your spirit. You absolutely can re-visit this side whenever you need to and just know that we are all praying for you. I know head knowledge and all the "right" responses and ways to handle the unimaginable just aren't always going to flow out. And the beautiful thing is that God made us this way, loves us, and holds onto us even tighter in those moments whether we know it or not. Love you sister!

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  6. Nancy, I was so pleased when I heard you were writing all your thoughts down. After we found out about Dave's cancer, our son, Jake, then almost 18, was having a very rough time with his diagnosis. At the time, Dave had been given months to live by the doctors. We got Jake into some Christian Counseling, and one of the things that counselor said was to do exactly what you are doing! A little more direct, he suggested that Dave write a letter to Jake foreseeing a great future for him, since he would never be around to see Jake develop into a mature man. Well, he tried a couple of times but the anguish and pain of it was so great he just couldn't do it. I applaud you for doing this and would encourage you to also write a separate letter to each of your children and grandchildren. Maybe even one to the future grandchildren. Most of all, however, I encourage you to write a letter to Jeff. I would give anything if Dave had done this for us. Thank goodness I did save birthday cards and anniversary cards as well as all the letters he sent me the summer before we were married. They will mean the world to your family.

    I also completely understand your moments of anger and asking why God hasn't and/or won't rescue you from this awful disease. It has been 3 years since Dave passed away, and I still find myself crying and asking him "Why?" And why at such a young age? Come on, God, he was only 52 years old when he died. We hadn't even gotten to enjoy our Empty Nester's years together. We had many plans for the future. And then I would really be angry when I would see others living in awful marriages and both as healthy as ever. I have a very close friend here living in just that sort of marriage and a few years back her husband was near death, but survived, to just continue to make her life miserable. But, then I would rather have spent 33 wonderful years in a happy marriage that ended too soon, than to spend 60 years in an unhappy marriage. I know you and Jeff have had a wonderful marriage, which also makes this time so tragic for you. So many things we just don't understand. I know God hurts for me and my children as he does for you and yours.

    God bless you all.
    Love, Bonnie

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  7. Dear Nancy,i so relate to this blog,you don't ever get OLD enough,that you accept the fact that you can't "DO ALL THE THINGS YOU DID WITH YOUR CHILDREN)I cry sometimes after Katie has been here with her little ones,because i'm not even able for these precious little ones to spend the night without their parents,like my grandchildren used to,they each had their own special week or two to spend with Grandma,but i do what i can with them,which isn't much,and i'm grateful Katie brings them often,they brighten my day.I pray i live long enough,for them to be old enough to stay for a "sleepover" as Moriah calls it.You ought to have your family compile your blogs,into a book,it would be very valuable.I love your honesty,it's probably as good for you,to search your heart and write about,as it is,for we,who read them.love you,Jean

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