A small snapshot of this past week

We got home from church today to find my grandpa's pajama pants and bathrobe on a chair by the stairs to my room and him curled up in my mom's bed sound asleep.

He's home now, at least for a day or two.

Pray

My grandpa's tucking in at our house tonight in preparation for a 5-6 hour session at Covenant tomorrow and the next few days also. The procedure is meant to measure fluid levels in his brain, which if at a certain level may be adding to his memory loss. If they do detect raised levels, a surgery can put in a stint that will keep them closer to desired levels. I'm hoping it goes well. It's just another step along the way I suppose. We're doing our best to keep him at comfort though.

I haven't heard any updates by way of Virginia folks. The last I heard was that my aunt didn't end up having the surgery but that it may be postponed for another day. With her discontinued insurance though, and some fairly low spirits, I think she can use all the prayer she can get.

I'm also centering my prayers on the family of Alyssa Grant this week. She was one of the youth to come to our Conference Youth Assembly just a few weeks ago, and I received an email that her father passed away after a massive heart attack. I can't imagine what her family is going through right now. May he rest in peace and may some peace be granted to her family as they struggle through this.

"The Eye of God"

Simple Things

My mom and I spent tonight with Sammy & Ashton. It's so much fun to be with them and watch them grow. Ashton baked us pancakes with bugs, or at least started to but got distracted in taking all of "my toys" away. "You can't play with toys before dinner, Zizzie." Oh, that's right, I forgot. *sigh*

Tomorrow we're going to go over and spend some good time with Grandpa. He has, for the most part, been much more peaceful over the past few weeks. I think some of it is resignation. I think some of it is just mellowing out? I think a big part of it is that we've spent more time with him. We've been taking him out for dinner a few times a week or sitting around with him while he eats his at home. Everytime we go anywhere it's the "best he's ever had." (It's great to hear him talk like that.) I talk to him at least three times a day. The first call is usually to see if he's taken his pills for the day, the other two or three or four usually because he forgets we've already talked. But sometimes it's nice to talk, and it's nice to hear that he's happy. As of the last doctor's visit, the doctor still didn't have a firm diagnosis. The only firm thing is that he can't drive although we're hoping to make that more official through Secretary of State. He's on two pills right now. One is for his thyroid and the other Aricept, is used for Alzheimers patients. We know he has some type of dementia, but sometimes it would be nice to have a firmer diagnosis. It seems like things would have a clearer path then, but I guess there really never is a clearer path with this. The family goes through a parallel struggle with the family member--a struggle to accept the person as they are now, not before, to be patient, to care even the twentieth time a story is told, to provide the absolute best that can be given. We pray and we wait. We pray and we wait and we love.

As for other simple things, I feel a little bit stuck in transition right now. MIP is over as I wait for acceptance into CP. Summer is slow as I wait for absolutely everything coming in another few weeks. I'm trying to take it slow because I know it will come fast. This would be a good time to work on college apps and scholarships, no? Why I keep procrastinating, I'm not sure--although I think a big part of it is the promising book pile always waiting for me. Continuing to fill out job applications would be a good thing too. I'm starting to think I'll never find one. Four down...I don't know: a bajillion left to go? Family time is a must in these next few weeks though, and friend time too. Today marks the one-year date from when Midori arrived. My mom and I started working on a book before she left. I worked on it more today...and hope to get it out this week. yikes!

One last-praying my hardest for my Aunt Linda. I heard through the grapevine that she was supposed to have had surgery on her tongue yesterday for the cancer she was diagnosed with earlier this year. Having the surgery at all was a debate, but one perpetuated by the fact that her health insurance runs out in a matter of a few days (she is privately insured as she runs her own country doc practice out of her own home). She needs to be surrounded right now. I wish we weren't so far away. God bless her and keep her in his care.

To the rest,

Grace & Peace always

Updates

Another month of the summer has completely flown by seemingly without notice.

The five days spent in North Carolina for Youth '07 were great. Sometimes it felt like the programming was so obviously directed at the younger middle school crowd, but there were some amazing speakers (notably Bishop Linda Lee and Bishop Minerva Carcano) and it was great to talk with so many people. The two "splatshops" I attended were really well done as was the Worship Feast.

I flew back home for a few days to rest and to go with my mom to the first of grandpa's doctor's visits (more in later post). Then we started off for our adventure to Virginia. It was so amazing to just relax with family. I had an especially great time in Eastville with my aunt and uncle there. Even though things would seem to be crazy there, (my aunt has her own medical practice out of her home and my uncle a car repair shop; it's a normal occurence for her to stay up until 2 or 3 talking and get up by 6 for devotions; there were kittens born our second day there) they welcomed us in so openly and there was never a moment that she didn't have the time to stop and talk and question. It was great to be there for my mom's cousin's daughter's first birthday. Even though the relationship seems so far out, they are perhaps the part of the family that we are closest to. After Eastville, we journeyed up to the Richmond area and then to the Gotthardt clan in Colonial Beach. All are well, and it was especially good to hang out with Uncle Norman who is always full of hilarious stories and had some great pictures to share. It's so much fun to hear all of the brothers and sisters gossip about each other. Quite reluctantly, we started home after about a week down there, stopping in Pennsylvania for impromptu visits to Gravity Hill and Cokesbury.

VBS started the next day, Sunday. My kindergarten class was adorable, and for the most part, agreeably high-strung. Emily, Austin, Ashyln, Logan, Autumn, Dalessa, Jacob, Patrick! I so didn't want to say good-bye after only five days with them.

But I did, and my mom drove me down to Adrian for the last three days of Conference Youth Assembly. Sarah and I had some good chats as roomates in our deluxe-sized R.A. room, and the dance had pretty much the best music I've ever heard at a dance--except the robot songs. Hopefully I can do some good things as Confirmand's Rally chair.

I was very happy to unpack my suitcase on Monday. It hadn't been fully unpacked for almost a month, and sometimes it just feels good to sleep in your own bed even though hotels and family members' homes and even college dorms certainly don't have disagreeable accomodations by any standard.

I'm home for the rest of the summer, and I definitely look forward to having some quality time with Ashton & Sammy, friends, and the stack of books still waiting for me. There are also definitely some other things to get done, but they will.

Grace & Peace

♥

where love stares us in the face and begs a response

We spent the evening over at my grandpa's house again.

Sometimes even the better part of me wonders what we're doing over there
as we've been spending more and more time over there to keep things going

we tidy things up and he gets upset
we tidy things up and he forgets and puts things back where they were in the first place
paid bills get reopened
clean clothes are a non-issue to him
he often brings up the past as in to shove it in others' faces
even simple misunderstandings make him lash out

he's stinky, irritable, revengeful, forgetful, confused, stuck in the past, and difficult
most of the time

so why?

he's a part of the family
yes

someone has to look out for him
yes

we care about him
yes

but why?

maybe because this is what love really is

because really
when we think about love
we think about the sacrificial parent
pacing the floor late at night,
rocking a baby on half the necessary sleep,
nurturing a child on the way

we think a dedicated family at a grandparent's hospital bed side
with the grandma/grandpa softly speaking words of love and encouragement

we think about the success stories
about teachers transforming classrooms
about 75-year anniversaries
about 1 Corinthians 13--a love never impatient, unkind, jealous, boastful, proud, ill-mannered, selfish, irratible, revengeful, disonest

and yes,
of course
this is love

this is love in abundance

but what is love the rest of the time when it's not quite saintly enough for us to take notice?
where do those stinky and easily resisted pleas for attention and care reside in our lives?

I think sometimes we, or at least I, get too busy to stop and wait.
we like helping people, but we're helping them in the rush to get to the next thing,
even when that next thing is often helping someone else.

We don't think we'd ever follow a request to help an elderly citizen across the road by rushing them through traffic so fast that they collapse on approaching the curb and then rush on to hand a few dollars to a bewildered man standing outside the gas station asking for money and then run back to the car to rush home to make dinner

of course not

but love is not neat,
and love
takes a lot of time.

With my grandpa,
much of the irritation comes in thinking people are in too much of a rush to take notice,
much of the hurt, past and present, and thus the hurt he passes on
are an effort at healing from feeling left out of the loop too long

he's forgetful,
and we rarely take the time to remind him.
he doesn't change or clean
because there isn't always someone coming,
or somewhere to go,
and he doesn't want to bother taking the time for just himself.

once in a while I realize what I'm missing with him.
tonight we brought dinner--
McDonalds, no less,
but sustenance all the same.
I finished my food,
opened up the newspaper to read bits to him until it ran dry,
and then I just sat.
For once, I didn't rush him through his story or make sure he kept eating.
I stopped myself from moving to the next thing.
I stopped myself from running, and
I listened for over an hour
as he talked about growing up and his family and a pet horse named Esquire and kids at school.
I listened as he forgot his story and started from the beginning,
and I smiled and asked questions anyway.
He forgot he had food in front of him, got up and left, came back
was surprised at the food,
started his story again,
and I listened anyway.

I moved him to the kitchen
and started to clean off the table so we could begin on transferring his scrapbook to new pages when I get back from North Carolina.
I found layer upon layer of lottery tickets and intricate prediction charts and decades of brochures
but underneath,
there were older planner pages where his patient lettering taught mine,
calendar pages he made out for me to cross off the days until holidays and summer vacations,
menus I had made him for breakfast and lunch on those vacation days--

And somehow,
tonight was one of those nights
when I really saw him.

This is a man who has shown his family a lot of hurt,
and they, for the most part, have tried to look past it
to help the man he is now but with a slanted glance
and a bit of a rush to get by with the help without any extra hurt.

I'm certainly younger.
I've received a much lighter load.
I've fought a less uphill fight.
I've known the hard man,
but I've also known the soft.

But I still bear a good deal of the rush,
and I need to make a greater effort to try.

He needs attention.
He needs love.
He needs to feel worthwhile.

I need to give him that chance.

It was nice to be back at State Street this morning

I don't think I'd realized how much it had become like home,
and how much I missed it,
until I was gone for the last two Sundays.

Two Sundays!
seriously

I'll be gone again for the next two while in NC and then visiting family in Virginia.
I think maybe the perspective while I'm gone is a good thing though.

Any relationship needs space
mine with the church is no different

and speaking of space...
my computer tells me it's 95 degrees (feels like 102)
yikes!
the space I need is from this house or I'll be baked alive.

Off to walk

It's quiet

and nice here.

I think I rather prefer blogging in this atmosphere.

If anyone ever stumbles across this,
great.

If not,
probably even better.

There's nothing profound here--no well-formed theologies, no terribly amusing anecdotes

just quiet reflections on life as it comes my way

Grace & Peace

A Failed Attempt?

So after an afternoon of lazing around, reading and carefully avoiding the other work to be done around the house, my mother and I decided to get out of the house. We don't get to spend a lot of time together--harried car rides or rushed dinners are often what our time together amounts to although summer has afforded some more leisurely spent moments--so the idea of getting up to the state park in bay city seemed thoroughly amenable.

Except...no directions traveled with us, and after a good while of driving aimlessly through quaint lake-side communities and trying to find the public end of things, we were dead lost (along with just plain embarrassed to stop anywhere along the way and say that we lived twenty minutes away in Saginaw but had no clue where the darned park was).

So on our way to admit failure, and stop at the Tim Hortons by the highway, we found "State Park Rd." Hallelujah!

Got there with little difficulty, paid our fare, and trooped hopefully up a nice, shady path

to find our lazy dreams of walking along the water dashed--by warning signs for muck? pure delight to be sure.

Praying for some hope of a salvaged trip, we trudged on. One lone woman sat enjoying the dusk air fresh with a very animal-like smell (algae growth=abundant muck=manure smell? who knew?) and rowdy sounds reverberating of the shoreline from two dozen boats anchored in the bay.

Hmm...no?

But we turned around and walked back to some hiking trails we'd seen a while back. They, at the very least, were nice. It was good to talk and catch up with my mother, adorable children on bikes abounded, and the fresh air did us good. I also have a renewed vow to try another attack at walking every day--perhaps even jogging? The latter being something I actually love doing and find a great form of refreshment but usually refrain from if only for the appearance I give while doing--think Phoebe on Friends

Maybe.

I'm back from Maine--or rather have been since early this week but have been woefully negligent in posting here

So what's new?

Maine was absolutely gorgeous and the people I met were equally so. We were welcomed so warmly everywhere we went and sometimes it felt like we were being served much more than serving. My perspective on ministry was widened as well. Try as I might not to, I had truly started to believe (if only by observance around here) that effective ministry only comes from tiring out a bunch of heartstrong ministers. We worked at a food bank started off of a woman's porch, scraped paint on the church of an energetic man who started a thrift shop with his wife to give back $30,000 a year to the community, and were shepherded to Acadia National Park by a pastor who serves a five-point charge and still finds time and energy to drive the local school bus. The youth were largely hard-working and a good bunch. I had a lot of fun meeting new people, and spending a little time away from what has started to seem like the daily grind was a huge refreshment.

Since back:

~ devouring the second half of Gone with the Wind sacrificed from my travel bag to save space
~ attending to all lost time with the babies and toddlers of the family, namely my cousin's two-- one finally achieved the long awaited potty training; the other cut his second tooth smiling all (most of) the way
~ the life and times of the scraping of walls & ceiling in my upstairs bathroom--color yet tbd
~ catching up with friends over coffee breaks and fireworks
~ job application frenzy--will I ever find one? maybe by school year
~ starting app. to Albion--will...be...there...soon...if only...for fall overnight

Youth '07 in five!