Friday, May 29, 2015

Christmas In May - New Cell Phones


Rob and I first got cell phones when I was expecting Anna back in 1996.

Rob was a student at Duke Divinity School then and we knew I would need to contact him when 
I was in labor so he could come home
(or meet me at the hospital as it turned out to be).

We broke down and got the phones we had said we wouldn’t waste money on getting
so I could call him and tell him that his baby was on her way.

And it worked well when the time came.

In fact, it was Rob’s very first day back in class from summer.  He was in a class that was in a downstairs room in those buildings at Duke that are built with those gorgeous stones.  The cell signal in those buildings in 1996 was almost non-existent,
especially with that beautiful stonework and in the lower levels.

But I still got through to him on the first try.

That never happened again.  He always had to go outside or at least close to an upstairs window to call me every other time other than the day that I was in labor with Anna.

I always called that one a God smile!

So yesterday, as my children and I were all getting new phones
for the first time in 3 years,
I was thinking 
about how it had really come full circle.

See, it was in this same town where my children and I got our phones yesterday
that Rob and I first got phones 19 years ago.

The building where we got our phones then
was not far away from where we got our phones yesterday.

Our cell phones are in my name only now
and have been since not long after Rob’s death.
But, for some reason b/c I don’t want to change phone numbers,
his name cannot be removed from part of the bill.

(At least that’s how they’ve explained the fact that every single month, I have to see my dead husband’s name on the itemized part of each phone number’s details).

So, as I saw Rob’s name pop up on the bill yesterday,
it immediately made me think back to the day
when Rob and I sat (with me very pregnant) in that phone store
and signed our first cell phone contract.

We were so excited.

Not excited so much about getting phones.
They really were just phones back then.

We were excited about what those phones represented.

Those phones represented our future.

They represented the day our daughter would make her way into our world.

And it made the fact that I was going to have a baby a little more real to me
and definitely made it more tangible.

We talked about our daughter the whole way back home that day.

It was a happy time.

That yesterday’s time in a phone store
-with that little baby girl who is now 3 months away from 19 years old
and who has finished her first year of college-
brought back to mind.

It did not make me sad.
It was fun to remember that day.
It was fun to remember that aspect of the waiting for Anna’s birth.

It made me smile.

For it made me mindful and thankful that God has provided for me all along,
even down to cell phones.

He provided 19 years ago when Rob and I first got phones.

He provided when the phone call got through to Rob when I was in labor.

And He provided now for me to make good on what was really part of Christmas 2014.

New phones for all of my children and me.  


And He also provided the prompt to write down the memory for Anna to read
about how her father and I planned for her arrival
and were so thrilled to even just think about that day!

I can’t say that I’ve had much fun in cell phone stores since then.
In fact, my record time in one is 5½ hours
when I was getting new phones, switching our address,
and having to do all of the paperwork of switching
everything over from Rob’s name to mine when he died.
That was miserable!

But yesterday was fun.


Watching my children pick out and receive and play with
their new phones yesterday was fun.










And, even though I’m not going to write down who it was,
it was fun to notice which child of mine said thank you first!

The process of getting 4 new phones and switching
everything over from old phones to new ones
did take a while – almost 3 hours –
but it was a fun wait.

Anna actually used their internet to do some research
for one of her summer college classes that has started.


Luke just played.



And when I wasn’t discussing with the representative
the amount of money that was going to leave my bank account 
for everything in this basket,


Wesley and I took selfies and such.




It was a fun day!

I was blessed with watching my kids' faces light up and smile 
over and over for the entire day as they played with their phones!



And lastly, as I'm learning to work my new phone, 
I have been going straight to the experts...

...the 3 experts that I happen to have given birth to! 





Sunday, May 24, 2015

Memorial Day 2015


Today was Memorial Day at our church.

The church where my late husband is buried.

This is our 4th one since his death.



It started with getting to hear my daddy teach his Sunday School
lesson as the crowd was gathering.




A lot of family was there. 


As I looked at the vase of individual carnations that the church gives to the families of those who have passed away since last Memorial Day, I silently gave thanks that I am not in my first year and that I was not getting one this year. 
And I prayed for each and every family that did.


The only tears that threatened to fall this year came when I was watching the preacher preach.  He is moving this year.  He is the first preacher of mine that is leaving while we are staying.  As a preacher’s daughter and then as a preacher’s wife, I always moved away with the preachers.  This is the first time I am experiencing a move from this side of the pulpit family.  I will miss him.




My cousin, Patsy, was there and I did not get a chance to tell her but hopefully she’ll read this and smile.  From what she learned when her husband died, she is the one who helped me see hope at the very beginning.  She wrote me a letter that very first week and told me that God would heal my broken heart.  She said she did not know exactly how to explain it but that it would happen. 
And I believed her. 
And I hoped. 
And He did.

Now, I try really hard to tell others the same thing.
Because I know how much it meant to me to hear it from Patsy.

(Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
Romans 12:12
As much as I almost hated hearing this verse at the beginning telling me to be joyful when I was in such agony, the verse is true.  When I could remember to try to be joyful in the small ray of hope that I had been given, it would help me remember that, eventually, through patience and prayer, 
hope would make way to full joy again.)

It was a beautiful day.

And, for the second year in a row, the cemetery was not suffocating.





It is actually comforting to stand at his grave as
“Precious Memories” is sung and
actually think of “precious memories”
instead of thinking of the agony that his death caused.




(My maternal grandparents' graves).









 (The keychain my daddy bought me on my 16th birthday.
I have carried it ever since.)

 We had a great meal.

And, as always, the lemonade was delicious.



The thing that I thought the most today was that I am so grateful that
GRACE HAS FOUND ME!

Over and over again,
from the very beginning until today,
GRACE HAS FOUND ME
and brought me forward.

And I thought once again of a song by Matt Redman entitled
“Your Grace Finds Me.”

“It's there in the newborn cry
It's there in the light of every sunrise
It's there in the shadows of this light
Your great grace

It's there on the mountaintop
It's there in the everyday and the mundane
There in the sorrow and the dancing
Your great grace

Oh, such grace

From the creation to the cross
Then from the cross into eternity
Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me

It's there on a wedding day
There in the weeping by the graveside
There in the very breath we breathe
Your great grace

Same for the rich and poor
Same for the saint and for the sinner
Enough for this whole wide world
Your great grace

Oh, such grace

From the creation to the cross
Then from the cross into eternity
Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me

There in the darkest night of the soul
There in the sweetest songs of victory
Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me

Your great grace
Oh, such grace
Your great grace
Oh, such grace

So I'm breathing in Your grace
And I'm breathing out Your praise
I'm breathing in Your grace
Forever I'll be
Breathing in Your grace
And I'm breathing out Your praise
I'm breathing in Your grace
Forever I'll be
Breathing in Your grace
And I'm breathing out Your praise
Breathing in Your grace
Forever forevermore

Yes, Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me”
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I am so very thankful for God’s grace!

And if you are new to this path
that none of us ever chose to walk,
please know that God will heal your broken heart.
I do not know how to explain it to you
but I promise He will.
Just hang on.
Hang on!
His Grace will find you!

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(I’m proud of my kids that they are always part of the clean-up crew!)




After the service and the meal, the youth group held its annual zip lining trip and end of the year party.  The kids had a great time zip lining and I had a great time staying on the ground taking photos! 


















It has been a good Memorial Day.

For that,
I am thankful!