YOU and ME -- tomorrow!

This morning I had a long talk with a friend who knows her spouse's days are numbered -- a place where none of us "soon-to-be" seniors want to go.

They have been married 51 years, as of yesterday. They've weathered a decade of cancer scares, changes in culture, the economy, and family. They've seen the "better or worse" of life. They are the YOU and ME of tomorrow!

I lost my mother a few years ago, and for most of that time I've struggled with anger that she neglected her health in those last few years. I'm beginning to view life through her eyes, trying to imagine her fears before the inevitable came to light.

At lunch, two "soon-to-be" seniors escorted their mother to the restroom, then came back to check. Was she aware, embarrassed, grateful?

As I left church three "seasoned" senior ladies left together. I'm glad they have each other! How does solitude feel at this stage? How invaluable are the comfort and care of friends!

This morning my friend echoed her confidence that TODAY is the most important gift anyone has! Today includes freedom, love, and safety. It offers life, hope, and happiness. Tomorrow may or may not include those gifts -- all we have is TODAY!

GOD, help me count the blessings all around me, the big and little, the fleeting and steadfast! Help me skip right over temptations for "stuff" or "ease" and go right to things these seniors know to cherish. May I revel in time with beloveds, whether email, photos, memories, or a prayer! May I be thankful they are alive and free, and not fret that I do not see them often enough. May I be thankful that YOU are, and that you care!

Aaaaaaahhhhhh!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR7VOKQ0xJY

Such a big HUG!

For YOU!

How did they do IT!

We had dinner with a good friend and her husband tonight. She turned 60 today! You probably wouldn't know it from the way she lives; she works way too many hours, has overcome 2 major illnesses, is a grandma and a volunteer. She is good and she likes what she does -- but I don't think she knows how to slow down, just yet . . . like most of the rest of us.

Lately I've been mulling this "aging" thing, trying to figure out how to "go with the flow", how to accept the limitations that infringe and interfere with my life! I love the classroom, but find that 3 days a week is my limit! Some nights I sleep like a log; others I lay awake half the night! You don't want to know all my complaints! I get tired of hearing them myself -- but they are still present, slowing me down.

Survival has necessitated this reduced pace. Age isn't my only burden, but when other pressures dissipate, I hope to regain my momentum. Man, I don't look like my mother or grandmother looked, so why should I live like they did? Still the aches are there.....

Us boomers are struggling to age gracefully. We have creams and diets, programs and pills that we're constantly told will keep us young. We look better and enjoy more than people our age seemed to enjoy 30 and 40 years ago.  Our generation has long declared we will live forever. We're struggling to defy age, but it's a losing battle; Ponce deLeon never did find that fountain of youth.

Loneliness is one of our nagging fears. Parents tell us fewer and fewer of their peers are alive. We watch our parents sit alone while we run with grand- and great-grandkids. We don't want to be alone like they are.

Pain is another fear. Pain means I should acknowledge limitations -- but not until I absolutely must! Modern medicine has pills for everything, but pills have side effects, and discomfort on yet another level. Is there no escape!

One day during in my loneliness I suddenly remembered a verse from the Bible: "In quietness and confidence [will be] your strength" from the OT book of Isaiah. I'm no Isaiah scholar, but I do have frequent flashbacks from many years listening to my dad preach. I began thinking of the soundness in that verse. Our culture spends way too little time in quietness, and most of us long for the renewal from time to ponder, reason, and just rest. Oooooo -- strength?

I began to wonder if there is something I can gain from all this "opportunity". Some "strength"! What if I learn to COPE, and become a role model for my friends, my kids, for anyone who will have to face what none of us want? I've also found free time to help people I care about, that a full-time job would not have permitted.   I can spend more time reading, chatting, thinking, etc. and build new strength to cope with my losses and disappointment, finding new rhythm.

Few people are said to "age gracefully" these days. Wherever you find yourself, whether almost 30, 60, or  90, you have something to give and someone else wants to receive!

Live on!

The Joy of Sacrifice

Most parents remember the excitement of babies learning to shake a rattle, clap -- or walk! A child is so proud when he or she masters the balancing act and can forge ahead, draw a laugh, or entice a chase.

It's still cute when he or she thinks the discovery his own, when he follows your lead to share , or investigates at your prompting.

Then we HOPE that he will make friends, and we smile at our ingenious plots for "perfect" playmates.

In youth when an idea bombs, and mom or dad is blamed, we might have helped but often not.

In young adulthood, their own choices often hurt our children, especially if they suggest we should have made life easier. "You didn't have to do that, MOM!" Sometimes it's one more lesson for mom or dad, but sometimes it's time to take responsibility for intense pain. Divorce, financial pressure, sickness without good insurance. Life is tough, and we can't protect them anymore.

This week I again dealt with gratitude in discomfort. I want gratitude to be clearly seen in my life. But I've had struggles this week, and the reminders to go with.

Monday night I was sitting in SEA-TAC airport on a 6 hr wait between flights, after a 3-day cross-country jaunt and back, spent and frustrated at the inconvenience. Three hours in, a pleasant Vietnamese gentleman and wife arrived and he asked how I was. His gentle smile was inviting, so I sought his story. He had been a young military strategist during the Viet Nam war, escaping with wife and children to the US in 1975. Repeatedly he shared gratitude to be alive in the US. -- I had been continually complaining about my trivial inconvenience! He had joy in his sacrifice.

Two nights ago I was tired and frustrated with a computer re-format. Formats are uncomplicated but lengthy. Clicking, re-clicking, and waiting. The choice was made, but I was sullen with regret.

Twice in five days I was reminded hard times shouldn't be wasted; both times I flopped. I'm glad I was reminded.

Twice I was motivated to reach higher.
To learn from the moment.
To just savor the joy.
To accept the sacrifice.

I'm trying, with God's help!

What if my greatest disappointments.....

I happened onto a new song a few days ago that seems to be tying my whole life together. The book I am reading, the Japanese tsunami, the midnight headaches, an aging father with gratitude for each day’s sunshine. My perspective is changing. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSVqHcdhXQ, Blessings, by Laura Story)

Volume 2 of my current book series describes the look of a leper. Ugh! Worse--Scary! Ghoulish! Not to mention the abandonment of these forsaken outcasts. Leprosy is uncommon nowadays, but till the advent and understanding of hygiene and modern health standards, it was the most dreaded life condition, regardless of political unrest, weather disaster, or even familial upheaval. Undetected and untreated, leprosy begins as scaly sores that become crusty sites, consuming a victim’s flesh. The disease shrivels and sends ooze from fingers, ears, eye sockets or any other nerve center, killing nerve endings and robbing captives of sensitivity in the affected areas.

The ability to feel pain is not just beneficial from the health standpoint; pain has blessing even for the soul. If I don’t know something is broken, how will I fix it? If I don’t know I am sick, how will I get medical help? If I don’t compare bad days to good, how will I be grateful? How will I gauge what healthy condition, or financial level, to which I should return?

There is more to the lesson than comparison. There is strength in seeking joy! What sunshine is there, in the darkness of my darkest days?!

The author of my book describes the leper camp rejoicing in hope! (oh, really!) They celebrated a child born to a dying mother, gazing raptly on life in its unblemished form! They enjoyed the beauty of a day, and the joy of friendship! They knew lifelong loyalty among those with whom they lived. At great price they learned to value what they may have otherwise never known.

Early this week I had a wonderful experience – and paid a high price. It was worth the sacrifice! My weekend had been too, too busy, and by Monday morning, I needed a day of solitude and rest. Al contraire, I received a 6:30 AM call to sub a challenging class. I accepted it, knowing I needed more strength and wisdom than were in my reserve. I prayed for strength and wisdom, in the shower, on the road, through my breakfast, and as I walked to the room. This school day was the most exciting I have known all year. A teacher remembers why he or she chose to teach when kids engage, when class time becomes more exciting than taunting each other, and when they seem to understand the lesson. I admire the regular teacher of this class because of his amazing patience. This day I envied him. Things were clicking, and they were responding. Regardless what happened tomorrow, this day was a joy.

But at the end of the day, in the middle of the night, I awoke with my neck throbbing, the reminder of my rest-lacking weekend. Grabbing a cold pack from the freezer, and Excedrin from the cabinet, I dozed lightly till dawn. The headache followed me through the next day and even into a second night, but I couldn’t forget the good day at school. Relief was my first choice, but the thrilling day was worth the awful night!

Should I be subject to the least or the greatest of my dreads, I want to always find joy! If the joy can calm me now, perhaps it will “ooze” onto others who are missing refreshing breezes. I’d rather have my problems than yours! Ha! But today I am thankful to be alive!

Worth It?

If you received a special thank you like this, after driving 8 tense hours down and (another 8)back, time and again, in rain, fog, snow and slush, just wishing it was 3 instead of 8 hours -- wouldn't you also think it was entirely WORTH IT?!

Life Application

Learning is all about applying what you have heard or read. "Putting feet" to what you believe, as someone has said. Last Sunday I was privileged to listen to an "older" friend share about his life, the struggles in his wife's illness, and the opps he has to help people. He is thrilled to be friends with God, but his life is not easy.

This week I’ve noted several friends suffering. Sometimes a pot of soup helps, other times just prayer. Close friends I know have experienced loss, illness, personal tragedy, and even the unexplained.

Christ prayed passionately for his close friends, but he also walked with them through their struggles (like anger, death, business loss, injustice, illness). When he talked to God, he didn't ask that they (or we) be rescued from stress, but he offers his Presence, and Strength, and Wisdom, and wants us to try to do the same for others.

I hope you've been encouraged as you help a friend. It could be as intimate as checking all week on a sick co-worker, or even contributing disaster relief to the Japan Tsunami. We KNOW we need each other. Let's not foget it in our busyness.