It started snowing yesterday afternoon. It continued through the night and this morning there are about 8″ on my deck. I took this photograph last night, just before I went to bed.
See the pieces of snow on the window? I thought that was so interesting.
Random flakes collecting in random groups on the window.
But maybe there is nothing really RANDOM about it at all. Maybe it was planned. Planned to fall from the sky and collect on the window so that I could see the beauty of it.
I believe He has a plan for me…
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
And he has one for you too.
Will I allow him to do His work in my life this year?
Will I allow him to control my heart, my tongue, my life? Or will I try to take the wheel and drive life’s highway with him in the passenger seat?
I am contemplating these things while I start this new year.
Quick update…
my parents are 90 and 91 and their birthdays are in February. The week before Thanksgiving my dad fell and cracked his pelvis. He was in the hospital, then rehab, back in the hospital with pneumonia, then back in rehab. He went home on Christmas Eve. John, Andy and I drove to visit them on 12/26 and returned home on 12/31. (It is approximately a 20 hour drive.) Thus, I have not posted since just before Christmas. My dad need help going to the bathroom, getting in and out of a chair, pushing the wheelchair…basically everything except feeding himself. And he has the beginnings of Alzheimer’s disease. He requires constant care and attention and this is falling to two of my brothers (each living 90 minutes or further away) until we can get help arranged.
This is one of those instances in life when I am remembering that God has a plan. I don’t know what it is…I don’t know what it looks like…but I know there is one.
Just like the snow on the window, my life, your life and Daddy’s life is ordained by God and planned by him.
I have to trust that…
Even when I don’t “get it”, He does.
Even when I don’t understand it, He does.
Even when I don’t think I can do it any longer, I don’t have to because He will hold my hand.
For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you,
Do not fear; I will help you.
Isaiah 41:13
(emphasis mine)
Lord, I am trusting that you will work in the situation with my parents. I am praying that Daddy doesn’t have to suffer…that you will take him home peacefully and quietly. I realize that might not be your plan, so please help me to accept your plan and your will in this situation. Thank you, Lord, for the time I got to spend with my parents and my family.
I feel like I have been in a vacuum since just before Christmas. I wanted to do a recap of 2013 post…I may still do that next week. And I have some things on my heart for this blog, but I am still fleshing them out. Thank you for your patience and faithfulness.
What random snowflakes are collecting in your life that
Thank you for sharing a glimpse of His beauty this morning. I desire to see His beauty in every day living. So far, the last two weeks have been spent on the couch with a terrible chest cold. Yes, God has a plan, even in the midst of our struggles. He's so faithful!
Feeling the pain of watching your parents go downhill in health and mind. 🙁 That was difficult for me too, and mine were only in their 70s when it happened. Praying for peace in the "randomness" of it all as you go through making decisions for their care…. I know you'll handle it well with grace.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, those young 20 somethings were married for 41 years.
The second photo was taken last year on our 40th anniversary. I didn`t post it because I didn`t like the way my legs looked. Something happened in the last year and I`m reminded that those legs have carried me for 62 years (when the photo was taken). Carried me through 3 pregnancies that gifted me with one living child, @coach_andy_bonner
The last photo was taken on Tuesday as we sat on the beach and a lady walked by and said, "would you like me to take your picture?" We said yes. Time with John is still one of my favorite things. He retired on Friday, before we left on Monday for this trip. There are so many unknowns but so much to be grateful for and so much to look forward to in the next stage.
I`m grateful for my clients that give me something to do every day Monday-Friday. @christiepurifoy @kriscamealy @bekah @whatlolalikes @abby_roadhome & to the wonderful team @parkermanagement-you guys all make my life so fun!
And I`m grateful for time at a place like this. Sand and water...not sure there is anything better!
Happy Anniversary Week to my love that is not on ANY social media channel!
She died 4 days after she was born. We buried her 4 days after she died.
Born 6-9-1992
Died 6-12-1992
Buried 6-16-1992
That would be 31 years ago today.
Last year, on the 30th anniversary of her birth we re-buried her on the grounds of St. Emma Monastery Greensburg, PA where her paternal grandparents are buried.
This year, today has been harder than Friday, June 9 the day she was born. Or Monday, June 12 the day she died.
I`ve cried more today than either of the other days.
I took a walk.
Got a pedicure.
Cried.
And chose a simple dinner of appetizers.
And I give myself permission to do nothing else.
I am thankful for the time we had her. For the experience and the things I learned about myself through the experience.
John and I are very conscious of what we say yes to and what we say no to. All because of Amy`s short life.
I`ve tried to use my experience to help others experiencing infant loss-or any loss. Some things are the same no matter the age of the deceased. Even if it is a loss thru miscarriage. I`ve experienced that too.
A loss is a loss.
Thank you to my sister and niece @sherrigd @tarahelise for letting us spend last weekend on your porch crying, laughing, and drinking wine and margaritas. I love you guys more than you know and I really needed that.
In what seems like the blink of an eye, it is 31 years later. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her.
My heart still hurts.
I cry at random times.
And I miss her. Still. 31 years later.
I grieve all the things that didn`t happen.
The relationships.
The life events.
Strangely though there are fewer tears today. Sometimes I think my tears are all gone. The well is dry.
Lack of tears does not mean lack of grief. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. So I accept my emotions today-whatever they may be.
If you know someone that has experienced a loss, don`t be afraid to tell them you remember. Let them know you care. Take a meal, send a text, write and snail mail a card. We want to know our loss is not forgotten.
I cried in church. Not because I was thinking about the events leading up to the crucifixion but because there was a little girl of about 5 or so sitting in front of me. She had the most gorgeous dark hair. With streaks of gold running through it. Natural streaks. Not the artificial colored streaks I pay more than I`m willing to share to get every few months.
As I observed her I thought about my own daughter. The one that died at 4 days old.
I thought of how she might be standing next to me this morning or next Sunday on Easter. Maybe she would have travelled to Charlotte to spend some time with her dad and me.
Grief is something that robs us of so much. It robs me of not just my daughter but it robs me of being the mom of a daughter.
I look at some of my closest friends, all mothers of daughters and I envy, yes ENVY!, the relationships they all have with their daughters. They may not agree with them on all things or see eye-to-eye with them but the daughters lead the charge to throw surprise 60th birthday parties for their parents or make sure that mom gets a Mother`s Day card, a birthday card, etc.
I think daughters are different than sons. Daughters are more sensitive than sons based on my observations as an outsider. I do not experience that sensitivity. And I grieve the fact that I am not the mother of a daughter.
The version of me before Amy`s death is totally different than the me that is here now.
If you want to read more about about my daughter, Amy, you can go to https://marybonner.net/?s=Amy and read more about my journey through infant loss and moving forward.
Adam McHugh`s book Blood From a Stone is a beautiful piece of writing about returning from the dead. I encourage you to check it out. You can find the book on Amazon or wherever books are sold. Find and follow him @adammchughwine You won`t be sorry.
"Grief is so agonizing not only because you have lost something, but you have lost someone, and that someone is the version of you that was alive before your loss." Blood From a Stone Adam McHugh Page 102
Every June I think I`m going to handle this better. Whatever better looks like - I don`t know. 30 years and I still cry at random times. And every June I fall apart.
She would have been 30 next week. Instead of whisking her off for a 30th birthday trip to Key West like we did for her brother @coach_andy_bonner or Niagara Falls like we did for his wife we will make another kind of trip.
There will be a mass next Saturday and we will stand at a grave site as we move her body from the small town where she was buried to a final resting place by her paternal grandparents on the beautiful grounds of St Emma Monastery in Greensburg, PA.
I look forward to the weekend and I dread it all at the same time.
Today I broke down and sobbed. Just like yesterday. And probably will tomorrow. But I remember that He catches my tears in a bottle Psalm 56:8
If I learned anything from this life experience, it is this: I can do hard things. But not of my own strength. Philippians 4:13
Thank you for sharing a glimpse of His beauty this morning. I desire to see His beauty in every day living. So far, the last two weeks have been spent on the couch with a terrible chest cold. Yes, God has a plan, even in the midst of our struggles. He's so faithful!
I am so sorry you've been sick Barbie…hope you are feeling better. I prayed for you friend.
Feeling the pain of watching your parents go downhill in health and mind. 🙁 That was difficult for me too, and mine were only in their 70s when it happened. Praying for peace in the "randomness" of it all as you go through making decisions for their care…. I know you'll handle it well with grace.
Thank you friend…I appreciate your prayers. The options for my parents are so limited.
Praying for you, Mary, as you walk through this season with your sweet parents. 90 and 91 … amazing.
Fondly,
Glenda
Thank you, Glenda…I appreciate the prayers.