What an exhausting, trying and beautiful year 2020 has been. I have been reflecting on the troubles and trials so much and it is sometimes difficult to find the silver linings but they are definitely there. Sometimes you just have to look harder to find them!
I got to go to church service in person yesterday for what feels like the first time in forever. And, it was just what my weary soul needed. God knew!
Yesterday started off in the normal pattern of a text from mom, a sudden burst of anxiety of “now what” and decisions and actions that are anything but normal. But for now, they are my normal. Phone calls and conversations about whether to continue treatments or not knowing that the treatments being received are the only real tangible things keeping a person alive. Decisions and actions to remove something from my overloaded plate that was both heartbreaking and at the same time gave me a huge sense of relief and peace. Both and. There’s always a “both and” it seems.
As I walked through the doors of the church I felt peace. I felt home. I felt relief. I felt love. I felt anticipation not anxiety. I was greeted with familiar faces and friends and it felt nice to feel normal. God intervened in a way that I didn’t see coming.
I worshipped my God and felt His presence. I listened to the message about interruptions, and I heard God speaking directly to me about messy people, messy situations and that being the whole point of the Christmas season. I listened to the story of the interruption, the splitting of time and how God uses the messiest people to do His greatest work. All things I have heard before, and all things I know. However, familiarity DOES set in after a while and without God, there would be no impact on my heart and life if I allowed the mundane and familiar to take hold.
Love like Jesus. Love messy people. Love people when they are messy. Love when it is hard and more so when it is hard. Love the hardest people to love, because I am not always the easiest person to love. All interventional thoughts that came to mind as I felt Him speaking to me.
Nothing about the circumstances I and my family find ourselves in are normal. This year has been a year of constant interruption, disruption and turning upside down. As we walk through the season of the end of life for my mom, He intervenes to remind me that even when I am so.freaking.tired and so.freaking.annoyed at having the same conversations about health, money, the care she is receiving, the demands and the complaints she has over every.little.thing; I am to be a messenger of great joy for all people for all times.
And so, this intervention and reminder of my own frailties and inadequacies; the times that I am more grumpy than grateful; the times that I whine more than I should and all of the times I am difficult to love all served to refuel my desperate need for God, my church family, my recovery and my relationship with Jesus.
Without His interruption and intervention, I would be so lost. There’s no way that what we are walking through could ever be done without Him.
I am grateful to walk through the season we are in, in the time we are in, and realize that ultimately I am loving as best I can, doing the best I can and that this is a gift to give my mother the best last days and months of her life that we possibly can. It is a gift to be able to help someone die well. Truly. We don’t know exactly when that decision will be made, and she will be ready to just let God take her without the use of medical treatments, but I know that she is getting closer to making that decision. We have had the conversations, and it is both painful and beautiful to have that conversation with a person that you have had a VERY complicated and difficult relationship with. It is difficult to tell someone that she does not have to hold on for her kids, that she gets to choose when she is ready to stop and that we WILL be okay. It is both horrible and wonderful.
My encouragement today is to remember to look at the person that is difficult and draining and look past what they are saying and doing, to feel what they might be feeling and have compassion. Then ask God for his intervention and strength to continue to love that hurting, scared, angry person underneath as Jesus loves you.