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Infinite Love

Even if they don’t seem loveable,
one of God’s greatest miracles
is the love he has for each of us.
He even loves the
rich and famous.
(The Real Housewives
are a whole different kind of star)
I think that has got to be hard to do.
To love everyone.
To know them intimately.
To see their good
even when they often act bad.
The next time I hear about Lindsay Lohan going to rehab,
I am going to choose not to judge,
but to remember that God loves her.
And then I am going to force myself
to realize that
he loves me too.
Even when I do the same stupid thing
for the millionth time.

The Little Red Hen

When she was younger,
Sophia’s favorite book was
The Little Red Hen.
I think I have it memorized.
“Not I, said the pig.
Not I, said the fox.
Not I, said ….the other animal that I can’t think of.”
It’s a good thing that I work so hard.
Because my memory stinks.
Duck, was it duck?
Man, I read that story at least a thousand times.

Death Cannot Quench Nancy Boyer

I would like to share a sacred experience. I hope that I am not casting my pearls before swine. After reading this experience after I first posted it on facebook, one friend said that I had heard with my spiritual ears, (as it is referred to in the scriptures) and I agree. But, even though we are discouraged from sharing too sacred of experiences, I feel compelled to share this experience. Someday perhaps, when it is my time to go, it will provide some comfort for my loved ones.


Nancy Boyer and her husband, LeGrande, are permanent fixtures in my husband’s life and through marriage became my extended family too. So, on hearing of Nancy’s passing, last week, I was totally and completely overcome with despair. It was close to bedtime, and so I told myself that just as soon as I was ready for bed, I would kneel in prayer. I tried to keep focusing on the task at hand, but I kept getting this urgency to pray. I finally succumbed to the urgency I felt and made my knees hit the floor in prayer and supplication. I then had a very sacred experience. It was truly an out of body experience.


I had been bawling and when I knelt to pray I totally surrendered to the despair of losing Nancy. I love her so much. She was one of few people in this world that I felt took the time to truly understand me and love me. Nancy was a person who had a mighty ability to love. Everyone knew how much she cared about them. So, as I started talking to God about Nancy my bawling turned to incoherent sobs and shaking that got increasingly more violent. I tried spitting out my request for Nancy’s husband, children, and grandchildren to be comforted, but I could not make the words sound out loud. I felt relief knowing that God could hear my silent prayer.


All of the sudden, out of the middle of nowhere this crazy conversation from a few years ago came flooding back to memory. A long forgotten conversation between Nancy and I made way for an awesome calm. As I was remembering, I came to the realization that my body was completely still and there was no longer even a trace of despair or crying. It was as if God himself placed his hand on my shoulders so that I could hear what needed to be heard. I was completely focused on this conversation from years ago that had occurred shortly after the passing of another friend.


I had confided in Nancy that I would often try to strike up a deal with my husband that if he died before me, he would find a way to send me a message that I was on the right path to join him. I am certain that I am on the right path, but I am also afraid of the unknown and it would be nice to have some reassurance of my place in the next world and that someone I know and love would be there to help me when the time came. I embarrassingly admitted to Nancy about my fear of death. Nancy had a way of getting all kinds of stuff out of people. (I think this is one of the reasons that I loved her so….we both revere honesty, the giving and receiving of it.) I knew she wouldn’t laugh at my confession. In fact, looking back there was only one natural thing for Nancy to do. She said that sounded like a great idea and that when she died, if there was any way she could send me a message to know about the other side, she would like to play along.


As soon as my mind finished replaying the conversation, word for word, I knew in my heart that my good friend Nancy was somehow fulfilling her promise. It was not in any way that I had expected but it was so like Nancy to make sure she didn’t leave anything unfinished. It was an absolutely amazing experience and will always be remembered by me as one of my most sacred. From complete shakes and loud bawling to total and complete stillness and peace, there was a reason for this remembrance of something that otherwise would have been completely forgotten.


I looked up, completely marveling, knowing somehow she was right there. By looking up, I felt like I was somehow acknowledging that I had received her message. It was as if I was saying, “NANCY, WE DID IT. You came through big time!” As soon as the whole minute passed for this experience from start to finish, I could literally hear Nancy’s perfect robust laugh (one of my favorites in the world). Unlike the memory, it wasn’t in my head that I heard the laugh, but I literally physically heard her laugh, as if she were right there. I then knew that her laugh was her way of telling me back, “ALICE, WE DID IT..the impossible.” There really is a way to communicate through the veil.(Of course Nancy would be the one to deliver such a message – she was an accomplished and prolific genealogist, who I am sure experienced some of these moments of her own) I know Nancy came to me. I felt of her urgency in saying good-bye, as if she was rushing around to see everyone she knew one last time. But, somehow because of that promise to a scared young woman, I had gotten a special treatment. Another thing so like Nancy, to seek out the one who needed it most. I immediately felt the urgency of Nancy being ushered on to where she was going. Her laugh was such that her back was turning.


I cannot even tell you how I am left feeling about the significance of this experience to me. I have always feared death in a terrible way. But, I will never fear it again. Because I know that I am doing the right thing, as she surely told me so. And if anyone wants to question my belief in the next life, I will tell them that they are going to have to take it up with her. Because I think somehow she will find a way to sneak them a message too. And as Nancy’s children will attest to, when Nancy is right, she is right…no discussion allowed.

Apology

I just got done listening to
Taylor Swift’s new song

her apology to
Taylor Lautner.
How could anyone
ever be mean to Taylor Lautner?
What a little hottie.
Anyhow,
I am in a reflective mood right now.
And I am pondering
apologies.
I think Taylor’s song is brilliant.
I think about the times in my life
when I have hurt other people,
and I wish I could go back
and do it differently.
If I can’t go back and do it differently,
I wish that I could
communicate my regret
and sorrow
more masterfully.
I also think about the times
when I have been hurt.
And how I wish everyone
were good
with giving
a sincere apology.
Why is it so hard to say sorry?
I do it all the time.
Seriously.
But, anyhow,
this song
got me thinking even deeper.
Taylor’s lyrics
talk about how she can tell
that whoever she is singing to
is not loving with the same intensity
when she sees him the next time.
He is “holding back”,
I think that’s how she put it.
“That in the back of his mind
he has that night in December
playing on replay.”
That is how I feel so often.
I don’t want to be hurt.
So, I hold back,
The next time I am
given the opportunity to love.
When listening to this song,
I felt what seemed to be sincere regret
in the lyrics.
But, do people really change?
If I were on the receiving end
of the original hurt
would I be able to make myself trust again?
Trust that they really changed?
What about if the hurt is repeated,
Over and over again?
I like to think that I would trust.
That I would tell you it’s o.k.
But what if you aren’t trustworthy?
How can I tell that you’ve really changed?
And how can I make myself
trust someone
who repeatedly hurts me?
I can either stop being hurt,
which seems would require me
to love with less intensity.
Or the other person
could quit hurting me.
But is that even possible?
For a human
to never disappoint?
Isn’t that what life is all about?
Learning to love
in spite of human flaws?
Learning to trust
the people who have
the most power to hurt?
I don’t know.
All I do know is that
I wanna love with all my heart.
And I don’t want to be hurt.
That’s it.
And I’m not gonna stop
until I have the answers.
I know THE answer
is
Jesus Christ.
But, I hope I can
invite His power
into my life.
Every time
I want to love.
Especially when I have been hurt.
I have been reading a book
entitled
Boundaries
by
Dr’s Henry Could and John Townsend
I was amazed at this quote
and it’s relevance
to what I had already written.
Emotional distance is a temporary boundary to give your heart the space it needs to be safe; it is never a permanent way of living. People who have been in abusive relationships need to find a safe place to begin to “thaw out” emotionally. Sometimes in abusive marriages the abused spouse needs to keep emotional distance until the absusive partner begins to face his or her problems and become trustworthy.
You should not continue to set yourself up for hurt and disappointment. If you have been in an abusive relationship, you should wait until it is safe and until real patterns of change have been demonstrated before you go back. Many people are too quick to trust someone in the name of forgiveness and not make sure that the other is producing “fruit in keeping with repentance” (Luke 3:8) To continue to open yourself up emotionally to an abusive or addicted person without seeing true change is foolish. Forgive, but guard your heart until you see sustained change.

Daydreaming

When we first moved to Knoxville,
seven years ago,
I would drive by this house often.
It was for sale.
One time during an open house
I went inside and dreamed of buying it,
and filling it with foster children.
There are about 12 spacious rooms
each with its own bathroom.
Filling the house with children
seemed the only alternative
when thinking of the
only other choices
I could figure:
Being occupied by
a small family with two children
or a bed and breakfast.
As I walked through the spacious kitchen,
I imagined a bunch of sets of little hands
pitching in at family meal time.
And as I left,
I pictured the porch swing.
I would have to install one.
But, there would be a swing.
Because that is how my daydream
always ends.
Me and LeGrand
sitting on the swing
watching our posterity
play on the lawn.
I love my husband.
He is the man of my dreams.

Book Review: Behind Every Good Man

Behind Every Good ManBehind Every Good Man by John Bytheway

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Short and sweet book. Really, it will take you all of 20 minutes to read the whole thing.

What did I learn?
Besides the fact that I am not as good of a wife as I thought I was?

#1 And most important (which is really hard for wives to hear) You can’t change your husband.

#2 Love your husband. Just the way he is, and you might inspire him to be better.

#3 Be grateful that your husband puts up with you.

#4 Your husband is really a lot better than you give him credit for.

#5 Don’t criticize EVER. Unless he asks for it, and even then you have to deliver it in a way that seems complimentary.

#6 Men talk for information, women talk for interaction. Define your roles, needs, and communication styles and then remember them when interacting.

#7 Affirm affirm affirm and let him know you love following his lead. And make a big deal about everything that he does that you like and/or appreciate. Thank him specifically.

#8 Talk about your admiration for each other, especially in front of other people.

#9 Speak each others’ love languages.

#10 Treat a man as he is and he will remain as he is, treat him as he is the man you want him to become and he will become that man.

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