The first time I met Julia was over lunch with a mutual friend, Nancy. We all had an awesome time! There was a connection and level of comfort that is usually reserved for old friends.
She sent me a Facebook message afterword, apologizing if she talked too much. I told her she didn’t and the fact that I’m a good listener didn’t hurt. 😉
We have had a few marathon lunches since our initial meeting. There are a few things, important things, that we have in common. We have both lost a child, share a passion for writing, and share in God’s savings grace.
From what I understand, she can get “snarky” and get her bipolar “feathers” ruffled. So I’ve been told. I have not seen it. What I have seen is a very creative person who does have a tendency of over-thinking things. She has taught me that a yam isn’t just for Thanksgiving anymore.
I seem to ground her and she has given my creativity wings. I would still be in the ‘I really should start putting my ideas down on paper’ mode. Well, not really paper. You know what I mean.
I thank God everyday for the opportunity to be Julia’s friend.
Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 (TNIV)
9 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: 10 If they fall down, they can help each other up. But pity those who fall and have no one to help them up! Continue reading
It is sad that Whitney Houston lost her battle and her life to her addictions. It is also sad that her “friends” were not there for her. Not Whitney the super star; but Whitney the vulnerable, lost friend.
She needed a safety net and she didn’t have it. That is the really sad part; people put their agenda above helping her.
R.I.P. Whitney. I’m sorry you were not able to be helped. Maybe in losing you, others will be helped.
Your addictions were not only yours, but belonged to the doctors and “friends” that enabled you. Those that were standing by your side but not looking out for your best interest.
When someone is lost in the fog of addiction, they can not find their way out on their own. They need the help of caring doctors and friends. Those that aren’t afraid of getting their feelings hurt. Those that will be there when you are heading down a slippery slope and are holding on to you as if their life depended on it too.
That’s what was missing from Whitney’s life. Something money can’t buy.
When my son, Spencer, was in kindergarten he asked me if I knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. Since it was already past his bedtime, I figured…stall tactic. I let out a sigh and asked “What?”. His response melted my heart. He said “I want to be a pastor so I can teach people about the Bible and how important it is to have Jesus in their heart”. Wow! I had pools of “I’m so proud” tears in my eyes the rest of the night.
For graduation, his class did a program titled “When I grow up”. The teacher randomly passed out cards printed with different professions. There were three police officers, two teachers, two firemen, two doctors, two plumbers, and one pastor. Spencer got the card for pastor! He said he hadn’t told his teacher about his future plans.
Graduation came and went. (He did an awesome job) Summer vacation flew by as well and the beginning of first grade. Spencer was in the chorus for the Christmas program. During a break at one of the practices, the teacher asked the kids a question. If they were traveling with the Wise Men, what gifts would they bring for baby Jesus. Answers started flying around the room. Hot Wheels, video games, basketballs, footballs. Spencer raised his hand and said, “I would bring myself to worship Him”. Another ‘wow’ moment.
Over the years, Spencer has had many ‘wow’ moments and I have had many ‘I’m so proud’ pools. One that comes to mind happened when we were out for dinner. Spencer stopped in the middle of his meal, put down his fork, and said “You know, even if someone says they’re a Christian if they don’t have Jesus in their heart, they’re going to hell”.
This year, Spencer told me he wanted to be a doctor. I asked him why. He answered, “I seem to get sick every winter and feel terrible. I want to be a doctor so I can help people feel better”. Whether Spencer becomes a pastor or a doctor, he will make a huge difference in the lives of those he meets.
I know either way, he will be working for the Great Physician!
Before I went to church today, I stopped at McDonald’s. I ended up sitting there sharing my coffee with my tears.
When I got to church, I set down my bible, said hello to the pastor and took my coat off.
Pam walked over to me and asked how I was doing. I guess I wasn’t too convincing when I said “ok”. She asked me what was wrong. I barely got the first words out of my mouth before I started crying. “My daughter was stillborn 14 years ago. It’s seams to be getting harder for me every year”.
She wrapped her arms around me and started to pray. She prayed for the spirit of grief to leave me, for God to show me that Sara was safe, healthy, happy and dancing with Jesus. Also, that my baby was safe in His arms and that, when I needed to, I could come to Him and He would wrap His arms around me and wipe away my tears.
While she was praying and declaring what was true, I had healing tears streaming down my face. I already knew it, but hearing Pam say that one day I will be with my daughter again and that we will both dance with Jesus. Wow, my tears of sorrow turned into tears of joy. The joy of the Lord is my strength. – Neh. 8:10.