1:30 this afternoon, I am very preoccupied within someone else's significance. My phone rings. "Katie, the tub has arrived. It's here at the dock and I will be installing it on Monday." "Oh, you are just FANTASTIC!" "What, we have a bad connection....what did you say?" A little louder: "I SAID...YOU ARE FANTASTIC!" People show a sign of curiosity as their gaze transfers from their place to mine." "I'm sorry....what?" I move to where I think the connection is a bit better, but more people are gathered, "YOU....ARE....FANTASTIC!!!!" laughing heard on the other end.
Wednesday evening, after I had come home to make numerous calls to this distributor and that, I had to take Perry to church. On our way, Tim (Plumber), calls on my phone. "Katie, I am just feeling so bad. I made a few calls and I found a tub up in Duluth and my own distributor in Plymouth can supply the surround. They are going to charge a pretty penny to ship it down here, but they say it can be here within 2-3 days. Go home, make your decision and call me, as they want money on the spot.....so, it has to be fast."
I immediately call Home Depot, talk to the manager and politely ask to have them taken out of the picture for this bathroom. It would simply take way too many days and by the hour of that evening, even they said that it would be a small miracle to have that bathroom completed by Christmas as this is a very busy time of year. I call Tim back, tell him all is a go and arrange to meet him Thursday....somewhere between jobs.
Thursday late morning, we rendezvous in a Wendy's parking lot. I hand over the check in the freezing cold and could not contain myself. I had to hug him. He responded with, "Lady, I'm not so sure what this is all about....but for some reason, you and I were meant to cross paths in this life. This whole 'thing' has been a very unique experience." I looked over at him and said, "Yep, and to think that it came from me sending out a blind email asking for help." (After the first plumber's disaster, i didn't know where to turn. I looked up a few independent plumbing contractors and Tim was the only one to respond and my email was entirely a "PLEASE HELP ME" call of desperation). We departed our seperate ways, I went home, made a few more phone calls and called it a day.
Today, I was able to return to my place and tell Joy and her family that her tub and shower will be installed on Monday. Not two weeks from Monday, but on Monday (knowing our luck on issues of late, I will not get excited until I hear that all have taken a shower and nothing fell down upon this family.
Monday afternoon, I will call back my two guys who do drywall and for the third time, they will come out, wall and mud and sand the new wall around the tub. Then another fresh coat of paint and ....drum roll please....this bathroom will become a mere memory to share at parties. A "remember when" moment in time. It will turn from being the most substantial trial in this family to something rather mundane.
Or so, that is what I am shooting for.
Keep me in your thoughts on Monday and.....
Thanks for listening.
Thank you Pressure Creek Plumbing
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Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Words
Dependence....Reliance.... Trust....Confidence.....Expectation.......Support....Responsibility
I take in these words, write them down, concentrate upon them and reflect in the significance of each. I hesitate in each meaning and wonder in responsibility. This blog is turning into something else. It is becoming a place for me to place my heart for a few minutes before I collect it and put it back in its place. A decision to shed the awareness of thought within my present and understanding....feeling an established and guided placement of direction.
But question. Always in question.
How much do you give of yourself?
When does giving become harmful?
If you don't feel compromised, but see question in the eyes of others, do you mark their worth?
When should you let others be and when should you step in for their lack thereof?
Is Doing Your Best....actually, doing your best?
Is it detrimental to follow your heart?
There are many days when my calendar dictates the care of two active families. This has become a part of me; a true part of who I am, even how I define myself from time to time. How decisions are made. I am following the tide that God has allowed for me and smile when i actively see transition. But I have to take in those momentary breathes of pause, sit, be still and question.
Coldplay Song --- playing it over and over again http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI-o25K6B-E&ob=av2e
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you
8 Months - Today...it has been 8 months
She has experienced those days that give her a glimpse of what light shining on her really feels like. She laughs in this light and it brings a lilt to her step – but then, without notice, the door slams in her face and she is lost in the darkness once again. There is little to feed her when this happens, but she is faithful and looks for that light to come again. She knows it will; but the endurance at times is unbearable. But…it is there.
In 8 months, she has had to change and move on without David – as much as she has hesitated, regretted or felt powerless in the process. She has allowed me to come into her life in a way that would never be allowed before; this has been a very conscious choice for only her David has been closer. She holds 2 jobs and conquers a ‘Things to Do’ list that never would hold such urgency 8 months ago – but this list keeps her mind busy and her body from crumbling.
I wonder….if David walked through his front door today, would he even recognize this wife of his; this woman who is in constant redefinition. She has phenomenal strength and exceptional tenacity that provide an unmatched strength to her children. She proves to her children strength beyond measure, a muscle, a force, a potency.
In 8 months, she has not compromised the ideals and values of her family. As difficult as it has been, she has lead a life of grace and integrity and has been determined to not be compromised. At times, she feels embarrassed to the grieving widow. People do not know how to approach her, grieve with her, or walk along the path of this journey.
In 8 months, she has surpassed her grieving peers. When comparing to others within this time continuum, she is leaps and bounds above where they are at - and yet, those around are often perplexed that she is not 'moved on.' I sometimes tell her that she is climbing Mt. Everest and passing those around her without an even wearing an oxygen tank.
She amazes me, astonishes me and surprises me. More people should have the privilege of knowing her.
Those questions will always come and creep up on me when I least expect them. I look for answers, but at the end of the day, turn to my blog and write.
Thanks for listening.
I take in these words, write them down, concentrate upon them and reflect in the significance of each. I hesitate in each meaning and wonder in responsibility. This blog is turning into something else. It is becoming a place for me to place my heart for a few minutes before I collect it and put it back in its place. A decision to shed the awareness of thought within my present and understanding....feeling an established and guided placement of direction.
But question. Always in question.
How much do you give of yourself?
When does giving become harmful?
If you don't feel compromised, but see question in the eyes of others, do you mark their worth?
When should you let others be and when should you step in for their lack thereof?
Is Doing Your Best....actually, doing your best?
Is it detrimental to follow your heart?
There are many days when my calendar dictates the care of two active families. This has become a part of me; a true part of who I am, even how I define myself from time to time. How decisions are made. I am following the tide that God has allowed for me and smile when i actively see transition. But I have to take in those momentary breathes of pause, sit, be still and question.
Coldplay Song --- playing it over and over again http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI-o25K6B-E&ob=av2e
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you
8 Months - Today...it has been 8 months
She has experienced those days that give her a glimpse of what light shining on her really feels like. She laughs in this light and it brings a lilt to her step – but then, without notice, the door slams in her face and she is lost in the darkness once again. There is little to feed her when this happens, but she is faithful and looks for that light to come again. She knows it will; but the endurance at times is unbearable. But…it is there.
In 8 months, she has had to change and move on without David – as much as she has hesitated, regretted or felt powerless in the process. She has allowed me to come into her life in a way that would never be allowed before; this has been a very conscious choice for only her David has been closer. She holds 2 jobs and conquers a ‘Things to Do’ list that never would hold such urgency 8 months ago – but this list keeps her mind busy and her body from crumbling.
I wonder….if David walked through his front door today, would he even recognize this wife of his; this woman who is in constant redefinition. She has phenomenal strength and exceptional tenacity that provide an unmatched strength to her children. She proves to her children strength beyond measure, a muscle, a force, a potency.
In 8 months, she has not compromised the ideals and values of her family. As difficult as it has been, she has lead a life of grace and integrity and has been determined to not be compromised. At times, she feels embarrassed to the grieving widow. People do not know how to approach her, grieve with her, or walk along the path of this journey.
In 8 months, she has surpassed her grieving peers. When comparing to others within this time continuum, she is leaps and bounds above where they are at - and yet, those around are often perplexed that she is not 'moved on.' I sometimes tell her that she is climbing Mt. Everest and passing those around her without an even wearing an oxygen tank.
She amazes me, astonishes me and surprises me. More people should have the privilege of knowing her.
Those questions will always come and creep up on me when I least expect them. I look for answers, but at the end of the day, turn to my blog and write.
Thanks for listening.
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