Yes – the concept of a house containing four bathrooms is
almost too much for us. Something about everyone getting to do their business
at the same time – each on their own private throne – is just simply
fascinating after a year here at the Heights.
(I totally understand the investment wisdom and resale value
effect of owning a home with this many facilities. However – ownership of a
home of this magnitude does rob a family of the camaraderie of a good rousing
game of “Who Has To Go The Worst And Therefore Gets The Bathroom First” each
time the family car pulls into the driveway. So, it’s all about what you really
want out of life, y’all.)
Three years and three days ago I packed the minivan with
enough clothes for a week, added my kids, and left our house in Georgia for a
much-needed visit in Ruston. What I didn’t know as I left was that I would
never return. There are those who will never believe that I didn’t plan it that
way. But I didn’t. In an odd way –I was more surprised than anybody over the
way things turned out. While I was away from the difficult situation, the Lord
opened my eyes to the reality of how things truly were. Confiding in wise
friends for counsel and a session with a Christian counselor defined the line
drawn in the sand. Things. Were. Not. Right.
It has not been easy. And if I could have looked ahead to
see just how hard things were going to be – I probably would have just dropped
dead with dread. However, the thing I cannot explain is the wonder of His
Provision. As I made decisions that went against everything I wanted for my
life and the lives of my children – He never left me. Every time there was a
question or a doubt – He provided unexplainable confirmations. Provided comfort
when I was so hurt and shattered. Provided a shoulder to cry on when I couldn’t
hold the tears in any longer.
(By the way – “holding in tears” is NOT my spiritual gift.)
Anyway – the road has not been a straight line, and it has
not been smooth. I have learned to trust my gut. That feeling in the pit of my
stomach that screamed “Something is not right. You can’t go on this way.
Listen. Listen. LISTEN.” That same gut feeling has whispered from behind, from
the left, and from the right – guiding and shepherding me like an internal
compass.
And so, here I sit. A divorced mother of two with a Southern
Baptist seminary degree that is about as useful as a certificate of attendance
at a juggling expo.
Yet life is good – or at least well on the way to being
good. I could have never dreamed I could approach each day with the joy and
expectation that I do. Being a music teacher is something that I feel was
inside me all along – just waiting for the right time to come to the surface.
To see my precious kids have the opportunity to grow in freedom and happiness makes every scar worth
the pain.
Every single relationship and experience in my life has
filled in the gaps and crevices of the puzzle to make my life what it is today.
Many of you reading are part of that beautiful tapestry. Some of you might not
agree with or support the path my situation has led me down – and I understand
and respect that. You see, there was a time not so long ago that I would have
shaken my head in pity and concern at a woman who made the series of decisions
that I made. But my experience has taught me a deep, cutting lesson: You never,
never know what a person is enduring behind the scenes. You never know the
agony in a soul that rises to the surface at night in the dark and the silence.
You never know.
In my typical style of being very concerned with things that
really don’t matter all that much – there is one thing that I am almost
obsessed with losing. My set of fine china – most place settings purchased by
people who knew and loved me since before I was born – was lost to me. There
are countless other things that are much more practical that I could yearn for,
but the remembrance of those beautiful plates with the navy and gold edging and
the cups that felt so elegant in my hand seldom ceases to bring tears to my
eyes. There are other dishes to be had – and I vow to buy myself some one day
soon. The thing that breaks my heart is that we ate on these dishes maybe a
dozen times. I was saving them for special occasions. They never came.
Don’t save the beautiful things in life for special
occasions. Pour beauty and laughter and love generously into every moment.
Every moment you breathe and laugh and love is worth celebrating.
The sun is still shining on this beautiful fall day here in
Pizza Hut Heights. But the lights will be going out early tonight.
After we all have one last turn in THE bathroom.
I love your writing. I love peeking into your life through your words. Thank you for sharing the funny, the pain, the laughter, the sad and all of the in between of your journey with us. Love you bunches dear heart...
ReplyDeleteLove, love your blog. Of course wouldn't have known about it except for your sister posting about hers on Facebook. I know I don't see you much but I'm glad you're back. Your children are both growing up so fast!! I know you're proud, I know I'm proud, of what you have accomplished by the Grace of God in only three years!!
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