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Unfinished Business: The Story of my Life

Thursday, February 14th, 2013

Left Behind BoxGetting things done. It’s been my obsession the last six months or so. We weren’t planning on moving, so when a great career opportunity came my husband’s way, ready to move we were not.

Once the deal was made, he was gone in two weeks. I remained behind in St. Louis to get the house ready to sell. The problem was we had multiple repair and renovation projects underway. They all needed to be completed before we could even put the house on the market.

So began the parade of contractors and handymen and repairmen. In between I was painting and cleaning and trying to get rid of junk. I started a spreadsheet listing all the projects, scheduled completion dates, and how much it cost. I gave up when I had 92 items on the list.

No matter how I tried, I couldn’t keep up with the pressure to hurry up, get it all done. Worst was thinking something was done, and it wasn’t. Always something. I broke a guide off a sliding door while I was painting. The real estate agent, thinking a light switch turned instead of slid up and down, broke it off. More stuff to be fixed. Contractors painted walls of a closet. Then I found my husband wanted the ceiling painted as well.

Anxiety fueled my frenzy to finish tasks, driving me to hurry. Frustration reigned as the universe seemed to conspire to get in my way, to cause delays, to make what should be simple tasks complicated. I felt like a time bomb, ready to explode the second my schedule was disrupted.

Some relief came when I finally moved to Wisconsin. I worked hard for a few weeks to get everything unpacked and some order back in my life. Oh happy day when the movers came back to pick up the empty boxes.

Then I saw it. A forgotten moving box, full of paper, still in the dining room. Could I never get it right? Am I just incapable of finishing anything? Why can’t I get anything done?

In looking back, it didn’t have to be that hard. Over the next few weeks, God showed me that:

Things don’t get done because I rush and don’t check

This I can control. I can be more patient, take my time and check that everything is done correctly without causing problems that require more work.

Things don’t get done because I expect to get too many done

When under pressure, the daily to do list gets longer and longer. When I set myself realistic goals for the day and kept at them, I had a greater sense of accomplishment and wasn’t racing to finish too many things at once.

Things don’t get done because I don’t ask for help

Just as Moses learned the importance of delegation, so I learned to ask for help. My sweet husband did all he could to help me from afar. Many friends and neighbors were more than happy to lend a hand, once they knew just what they could do. I didn’t have to wear myself out, trying to go it alone.

Things don’t get done because other things come up

Anyone who’s done home repair knows that you start fixing one thing, you see something else that needs to be done. The key is to not let the new projects become the priority, but to work them in logically so that everything can get done efficiently. Sometimes the other things in life that come up are divine appointments. His agenda is not always mine, and I need to be open to a little flexibility.

And what about all the anxiety, frustration and even rage I was feeling?

His grace is sufficient

My worth in God’s eyes does not depend on my ability to complete multiple home repair tasks in an incredibly short period of time. My worth depends on the grace He extends to me, through His Son, Jesus Christ. If I’ve made a good effort but don’t finish everything on my list, God’s love for me is unchanged.

And grace abounds. When my husband saw how discouraged I was over the left-behind box, he got rid of it for me. Task completed.

So I tell myself to take heart! Jesus finished His work on the cross, and He will finish the work He has begun in me, eternal work that is more important than any list of mine.

Isn’t the Bible all We Need?

Friday, June 1st, 2012

I’ve often been told that Christians only need to read the Bible: it’s the only book we need. Somehow, I never agreed with that point of view. Not only does it deprive the Christian of the pleasure of reading, but it cuts us off from a window of insight into the culture around us. If we are called to be in the world, surely we should strive to understand it.

Here’s a great video on the subject.

We Can’t Just Swim Through Life

Monday, April 23rd, 2012

Last week I wrote a guest post for a great blog called “Elk Jerky for the Soul.”

Check it out here.

Two Inspiring Lives and What We Can Learn from Them

Thursday, March 29th, 2012

Eric Metaxes has written biographies of two inspiring lives: Dietrich Bonhoeffer and William Wilberforce. Both of these men spoke up against the culture they lived in, even though it cost them dearly.

Metaxes was recently interviewed by Chuck Colson on Breakpoint. One of his great insights he learned from writing about Bonhoeffer and Wilberforce has to do with how to speak out on issues. “Learn to love the people on the other side of the debate,” he said. They are more than just their opinions.

He mentioned how Bonhoeffer was dealing with the Nazi government, which was trying to push all the people in Germany in one direction, similar to some of what we are seeing today. Metaxes concluded the interview with a challenge to the church to speak out, to not remain silent while we still have the freedom to speak.

Listen to the entire interview at www.breakpoint.org.

The Value of a Life

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

Who knows the value of another’s life? Our society values beauty, fame, wealth, success, accomplishment, independence and usefulness. Those who lack these qualities are inconvenient burdens.

How well I know this! Caring for a developmentally delayed/mentally ill niece has stretched me and brought me to levels of rage, frustration and despair I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. My husband and I are dipping into our savings to provide for her, and are draining our emotional resources as well.

In the midst of our confusion and pain, we have to ask ourselves why would God create such a person. Why would He allow her to suffer brain damage at birth? What possible purpose does she serve?

In calmer moments I can see glimpses. At times she is sweet and loving, and her enthusiasm for new shoes or a silly song I sing to her lightens my mood. We dance as we do laundry, giggle at the cat chasing squirrels, laugh as fallen leaves blow into our faces as we walk through the neighborhood.

But all that isn’t enough when I find ice cream bars melted in her drawer or have to ransack her room to find my shoes. And the good moods are only breaks from the whiny demandingness of a person who never learned to live within boundaries.

Feeling very low, I read an outstanding article by Cal Thomas, a eulogy of sorts to his brother with Down’s syndrome. And down at the bottom I found at least of piece of the answer I had been searching for.

A disabled person has a vital role in the lives of the people around him or her. Those of us who care for that person learn to care for someone who cannot always give back, to value people more than things or dreams or ambitions.

One more example of God using all circumstances to work for good in my life. May I have the grace to embrace His purposes.

No One Gets a Hall Pass

Friday, December 23rd, 2011

“Some people seem like they have trouble-free lives,” my friend told me. “But as I get older, I see that no one gets a hall pass. Sooner or later, trouble comes to everyone.”

How right she is. We all get our share of heartache and trials.

We’ve been going through some ourselves. Opening our home to our handicapped niece while her mother was in treatment for cancer has been a trial that is stretching us to our limits.

We’ve dealt with temper tantrums and bed wetting, hearing voices and stealing shoes. Our attempts at discipline sometimes seem futile against her obsessions and stubbornness. We feel helpless, not knowing if her behavior is part of her disease or just plain sin.

But that is small compared to what is looming over our heads now. During a routine checkup, the doctor found a lump on my niece’s thyroid. Is it cancer? He couldn’t tell. Now we are waiting for tests to be scheduled, and then will wait for results, and then deal with whatever there is to deal with.

The days just seem to be getting darker and darker. Where will this end? When will God act to help us?

These are questions that fit the season of Advent. As the world waited for the savior, many wondered if conditions of their lives would get worse. God was silent. Would they ever hear His voice again?

The good news is that we know what happened. God came, and dwelt among us. He knows our pain, and He doesn’t leave us alone in it. And He will work in our situation.

What He does may not be what I expect or what I want. There may be more trials ahead or there may be a sudden breakthrough that brings happiness to all.

He doesn’t give us a hall pass to escape the testing in our lives. He does go into the classroom, teaches and corrects us, and sits with us while we are tested. He weeps with us in failure and rejoices in our success.

But while I wait for Him to act, the days, like the days in December, grow darker and colder. I can only wait in faith for the coming of the Savior.
In the meantime, when I’ve worn myself out with work and worry, I cling to His great command: Be still, and know that I am God. The Savior is coming, and I can rejoice.

Some Things I’ll Never Understand

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

While I won’t go as far as to say I’m living in Bleak House, we’re a long way from Happy Days. After a few weeks of smiling cooperation, my niece decided it was time to assert her authority and start challenging all the rules.

Every opportunity she could find, she pushed back. She’d come downstairs in the morning, claiming she’d taken a shower. When I pointed out her hair was dry, she went back upstairs and wet the ends of her hair in the sink.

She whined and complained about everything that was going on, from the pain in her teeth to doing her daily 30 minutes on the treadmill.

Friday morning she stole something from my closet. My husband and I had to spend quite a bit of time and energy dealing with her temper tantrum after we caught her and retrieved the stolen goods. Not the best time for that, as we were on our way out the door to go to the hospital for his outpatient surgery.

The weekend was more of the same: testing the limits, pushing back, alternating with lovey-dovey behavior that was clearly meant to manipulate us into giving her whatever she wanted.

By Monday I was exhausted. Since she was behaving much better, I took her with me to the bank, thinking after the two of us would go somewhere fun. As I was in line, I saw her walk over to a display, glance furtively over her shoulder, and put something in her jacket pocket.

When I finished my transaction, I asked her what was in her pocket. She claimed all she had was Kleenex. I finally got my hand into her pocket, and found a roll of mints, the candy she’d purloined from the Lions’ Club display selling candy to raise money for the blind.

I put the mints back and took her home, giving her a lecture about stealing and lying. From there it all went downhill. She refused to get on the treadmill, screaming that she hated it and the machine scared her. I told her no treadmill, no shopping.

She sobbed as though I’d stabbed her, she screamed and shrieked, told me she didn’t love me and all the typical things that come out in a temper tantrum. After an hour I could take no more.

I started screaming in return, even using some words I should never say, completely losing any sense of control. When we were both screamed out, we sat in silence. She went upstairs to her room and stayed there for 45 minutes.

When we returned, a more mature version of her came down. She meekly said she’d do the treadmill, and cheerfully did her time. She was cooperative and quiet, which has continued into today.

This is what I don’t understand. Why do all my careful, calm times of rewards and consequences have only limited success, and why is it when I completely fail, do things turn around?

Maybe God is trying to tell me something. Like I need to stop going in my own strength and relying on my own power, get out of His way, and let Him do His work. Now if I just had the wisdom and whatever else it takes to know when to act and when to stand aside.

Still not sure I understand, but maybe that’s where faith comes in.

The Joy of Teachable Hearts

Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011

My niece stood up in the middle of the church service and walked out. As we followed her, she said she didn’t want to be there or with us.

Out in the hallway, my husband and I tried to talk with her. She steadfastly refused to return to the service.

We knew what this was all about. She had gotten into the habit of changing her jewelry over and over before going anywhere. It didn’t matter to her about being late. That morning, we had forced her to leave before she had finished deciding. So she wasn’t about to cooperate with us.

We decided to leave her sitting in the hall and returned to the service. About 2 minutes later I went to check on her. She was on her way out the door. When I caught up with her, she was asking a man on the street where she could find a taxi.

I asked her if she had money for a taxi and she began to cry. So we sat down for awhile and talked, then returned to the service.

My husband and I were in agreement: this behavior needed to stop.

So following our usual practice, we went to the St Louis Bread Company. There we bought one Cuban sandwich. When we got home, I made myself a salad, and coached my niece through making a ham sandwich.

When we all sat down to eat, my niece took one look at my husband, eating his Cuban sandwich, pursed her lips as if to say “Oh!” and nodded. She didn’t say one word but ate her sandwich without complaint.

The next Sunday as we were getting ready for church, she asked me if we’d get Cuban sandwiches afterwards.

“You know what you need to do to get a Cuban sandwich,” I told her.

“I am ready,” she replied. And she was. When we told her to get into the car, she went.

What a joy that she was so teachable! And that she learned the first time. We didn’t have to repeat the lesson, or endure the behavior that made everyone late.

What I pity that I am not more teachable.

God shows me something, and I make excuses.

Or I discount the lesson, putting the consequences of my behavior down to coincidence or something other than my fault.

Or in my heart I know I need to change something, but my pride prevents me from even making the first step.

My niece’s teachable heart gave me much joy. It’s a joy I wish I was quicker to give to God.

Walking in the Furnace

Monday, October 10th, 2011

Some people can’t say enough good things about support groups; others find them depressing, listening to other peoples’ problems.

So I wasn’t sure what to expect when I went to a support group for caregivers of people with mental illnesses. But at this point, I am ready for whatever help I can get.

One part of the meeting was a devotional led by a man named Al. He shared how for years he was only able to go to work and deal with his daughter, who has severe epilepsy. He had to drop everything else he was involved with; there was simply no time.

He struggled with wondering why God didn’t just heal his daughter or provide a quick solution. So he read the Bible over and over. And one day he came across the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego thrown in the furnace.

God didn’t pull them out of the furnace; instead, He walked with them in the furnace.

Al shared how that changed his whole attitude toward his situation. God can certainly cure someone of a mental illness, immediately, if He so chooses. That would be pulling us out of the furnace.

But more often, He chooses to walk around in the furnace with us.

By having us endure the trials and difficulties of a loved one with a mental illness, He builds character, perseverance, and hope in us. Our faith grows stronger; we are made more like Christ.

This was a message I needed to hear.

Some days I feel as though the situation with my niece is manageable, we’ll get through this, everything will work out fine.

On other days my husband and I look at each other in desperation, feeling like we are completely out of our depth.

And on other days we mourn the loss of the life we used to have. Just the other day my husband asked me why he had to deal with this problem, why did we have to get involved. “I’m in my sixties,” he said. “Why am I getting this new challenge?”

I don’t have an answer for him. Sometimes I feel exactly the same way.

But both of us know that God does have a purpose in all this. We’ve already seen some great things happen in our family and are encouraged.

So even though our circumstances have changed, we know that Jesus and His promises are still the same. He who has begun a good work in us will not stop until it is complete, He will not leave us or abandon us but will keep on walking with us, no matter how hot the furnace gets.

On Considering Choices

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

I took my handicapped niece shopping the other day. She had the $5 she had earned for doing chores to spend at the $1 jewelry store.

The walls of the store were covered with necklaces, bracelets and earrings, all for $1. She carefully looked over the displays, studying the ones that caught her eye. She made several passes through the store without choosing anything.

Then she went back to the necklaces. She took one she had looked at before and asked my opinion. “Is this one good for me?” Even though I assured her I liked it, thought it was pretty and would look good on her, she put it back. After repeating this process several times, she had 2 necklaces in hand. Then on to the bracelets.

Then on to the counter, for a pair of earrings and to check out. At least I thought so.

No, she went back three times to look at pieces she’d examined earlier and made a few exchanges before she was satisfied. At last she handed over her $5 and we could leave.

She spent nearly an hour buying 5 pieces of cheap jewelry. While it seemed like a waste of time to me, it was important to her to make good choices.

I could learn something from her.

So many times when I have a choice to make in life I am apt to just make a snap decision. I don’t consider all my options or review them carefully. Often I take the first reasonable choice that presents itself.

I don’t often get advice from others, let alone ask God for wisdom and counsel. Many times I after I’ve made a decision and committed myself, I find out later about a better choice. I wasted a lot of money by not taking a few minutes to shop around!

And so much grief I’ve brought on myself by not asking God’s direction, so many mistakes I could have avoided.

I also don’t back out when I really think I should. If I see the mistake and it’s not too late to correct it, sometimes I just don’t bother, thinking I’ll deal with the consequences later, or tell myself they won’t be that bad. But if I think what I am doing is sinful, wrong, or just a bad decision, the sooner I correct course the better.

Check out the options.

Seek counsel from God.

Be willing to change direction when I realize I’m wrong.

A good lesson in decision making, courtesy of my niece.