It popped into my mind and it just seemed right. There is some technical work to do to get it to this blog account, but the new blog name will be “thecalltolive.com.” Do not try to click on it yet. I realized that yesterday and today, I felt alive again. I may not feel that way tomorrow, but it is the call to live, not yet a done deal.
Living is a choice. I am choosing life. I am not going to wait for it to just happen by itself. The good news is that it has actually happened. That was God’s choice. My choice is to trust his choice and live it to the full.
I suspect the last two paragraphs reveal that the signs are pointing toward healing. I am not so naive as to think that because I felt good today, tomorrow or the next day or the one after that will feel good too. The pain of a loss like this will remain with me until the day I die and get to see her again. It will come at unexpected times. It will always be accessible. My hope is that the pain will ultimately help increase the depth, the strength and the resilience of the life that lives in me. The life that lives in me is no more or less alive than the life that lives in you. Somehow, when I say it that way, it sounds dumb, silly. Nonetheless it is so. Each of us is as full of life as the next. It looks, feels, tastes, smells different, but the source and the power are the same. What we do with it is a matter of choice.
Now, to the day. I got up late, but managed to walk the two miles at Cedarcrest before it got unbearably hot. That came a little later in the day. Tomorrow will be worse (110 heat index).
After showering, changing the bed, throwing in a load of wash, I responded to phone messages, emails, and got busy on the list. The list is insidious. For every one thing I check off, three more mysteriously appear. A couple of lunches and an evening activity are in the works.
I did it! I have now paid for it, so I can’t get out of it. The first session will measure my body fat. Who the heck needs to measure it. It is right out there for everyone to see! I am now committed to eleven sessions (two per week) of exercise with a trainer. What have I done?????? I even bought a pair of running shorts (there will be no running) for the walking and exercising. What kind of fool am I? (Is that a song?)
I ran into a young person I know at the coffee shop whose husband died suddenly a few years ago. We took the time to counsel one another. I think it was helpful for both of us.
After that the last ten days mail was delivered. No bills!!! That was a treat. There was a huge stack of cards from folks who have just found out about Mary Ann’s death (still hard to write — always will be, I suspect). I continue to be overwhelmed by the number of people who care about us. The words of comfort, the thoughts and prayers of so many have buoyed us up over the years. Many of those responding have sent lengthy notes recalling past experiences when we were together.
It continues to be an odd sensation to be on the other side of this ministry business. So many have had helpful bits of wisdom to share from their experience. I am humbled by their insights — and I thought I was the one with the fitting words to say.
I am going to continue the story of Mary Ann’s and my life together. It has been very therapeutic to move through those years we shared. The Mary Ann I have known and loved is coming back into full view. It helps to spend that time together again, if only in words and memories. What I am writing is intended to focus mostly on Mary Ann and our time together. To make sense of it I am including the Cliff Notes version of my ministry.
Ironically, the church controversy that I have been mentioning as a tease of things to come, is not over in our national church body. Elections at the National Convention this week are stirring the pot. That is for someone else’s blog, not mine.
As I am continuing our story in thecaregivercalling.com, as soon as it is ready, I will also write posts like tonight’s in thecalltolive.com. Don’t click on the new one yet!
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July 14, 2010 at 10:05 pm
Glad to hear that some healing is taking place and I really like the name of your new blog. Where is your personal trainer? I go to the Southwest YMCA almost every day and I find that it really helps me, both with stress and with fighting off germs. Yes, I too wondered about the elections at the Synodical Convention – hope it is not a repeat of 1992! Take care.
Janet
August 18, 2010 at 8:58 pm
Thank you for writing this blog. I want to stay in touch and hear how you are doing. I know you will find joy in life again in different ways as hard as that seems now.