One of my crazy sayings goes like this:
“If there is one tragedy in my life, and then another, and another, I would rather have them happen all in the same year. That way only one year is screwed up, instead of two or three.”
I can hear some of you saying, “Well, that’s just plain nuts.” Others may say, “Yeah, that makes sense.”
In 2018 the opportunity to test this wacky, woeful, witless “proverb”emerged in my life. As with all human “proverbs,” the reality of a tragic trifecta isn’t worth a plug nickel. Furthermore, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
My husband’s health problems, began several years ago, but weren’t continuously horrid until December 2017. They continue, and when people ask how he is doing, I reply, “Well, he isn’t any worse,” but truthfully, he is worse. I lost my sister on May 20th, and I still have periods of wailing, wishing for her to come back, or for me to cross over and join her, but then I think, “But, who would take care of Scott?” Our son-in-law had successful lung cancer surgery, and then out of the blue contracted a lung infection, his kidneys quit working, he has a feeding tube, and has dialysis every day in the ICU — thankfully they were able to take him off the respirator today (12-27-18).
It has been a tough, tough, year. Sadness has greeted me in the morning and sat on my shoulder for long periods almost every day—and some days overwhelming me to the point of inactivity. Consequently, I am anxiously awaiting 2019 in hopes of better things to come.
God didn’t promise that my life would be without trials and tribulation. Regardless, he promises to see us through to the end, whatever that may be.
In the case of my sister, it was a joyous end to her bodily life, because she looked onward and upward to the best life she could ever imagine. For my husband, the fact that he told my sister, “I’m so happy for you,” two days before she went to the Lord, says it all. He would rather be there than here. Our son-in-law? Not a clue.
Another one of my sayings is, “I hate whining.” So today, I will smooth away the sadness and bring gladness by sharing the blessings of 2018:
New great-granddaughter (January); New great grandson (February); my good health and starting back to my Pilates exercise program; witnessing God’s extraordinary work in my church’s merge with another church; a begonia plant on my back patio that bloomed large all summer; having the time to read one book after another out on my back patio; a wonderful weekend away on the Women’s Retreat from church in Colorado Springs; my friend’s answered prayer when she prayed that the Lord would take her husband overnight so that she wouldn’t have to “pull the plug”; my daughter’s answered prayer that her husband could be taken off the respirator; a loving husband, children and grandchildren; freedom to worship; a sacred love relationship with Jesus; that Jesus welcomes my prayers …
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God (2 Corinthians 1:3-4).
May your 2019 be filled with the love, mercy, and grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ.