Joy, week 26 (or What I’ve Been Doing This Week)



It’s 10:20 p.m. and I have a house full of children who still won’t hold still and go to sleep.  The girls are trying to negotiate terms under which they can sleep in alternate rooms tonight, and I’ll be honest:  I don’t feel like a negotiating mom right now.  I don’t even feel like a  mom at all.  I feel like I’m about 2.5 seconds away from turning into a wicked witch.

Ridiculous, I know.  But true.  Truthfully, I’m just super tired.

The week has been a blur of ice machines, pillows, medication, meals and small milestones.

This week my husband had reconstructive surgery on his knee.  The damage was worse than the MRI showed, and they did a lot of work.   The result?  A stable knee which will heal just fine, but which will take longer than usual to heal.  He can’t put any weight on it for 6 weeks.  SO I kind of just became a one man show for the summer.  This will definitely be a process.  When I think that the ankle drama a few weeks ago kind of threw me off, I have to laugh at this because the ankle was nothing to this experience.  He’s been a good patient, relatively easy to care for, patient and kind and grateful for my efforts.  But he’s pretty trashed and I guess tonight it’s catching up with me.  The nights have been hard and I haven’t slept more than 3 hours at a stretch for several days, but it’s an honor to do it and I’m grateful I can.  I’m grateful he’s home and not in the hospital.

I’m grateful for a lot of things.

I’m grateful for how many people I’ve talked to because I’ve had countless opportunities to say aloud, “It’s going to be ok.”  I’ve said it so much I believe it, even when I turn and walk away with tears pricking at my eyes.  I just have to get stronger, and this is good for me.  What choice do I have?

I’m grateful we’re all together, that our house hasn’t been eaten up by fire, that we have health insurance, that so many things are right.  But because I’m so tired there’s a part of me tonight that whispers, “I want my life back.”  I know all it means is “I need some sleep”, but it comes out in funny forms sometimes, like wishing for some other point in time when things felt steady.  It hasn’t been a steady year.  But then I have to laugh at myself and ask, “When did I have the sense to look around and think that THIS was the point I would want back at some future date?  When have I ever been fully satisfied with how things were going right then?”   When we’re in it, there’s always something more to do or wish for.  So you blink a few times, check the clock, check the ice, check a million little things and then get ready to do it again.

So here’s what I’m learning:

1.  I should have pursued a degree in Nursing.
2.  When it’s hard to find things to be grateful for/happy about, you only have to look a little harder.  It’s buried in there     somewhere.
3.  If someone in our family is going to break something, it WILL need surgery.
4.  When you desperately need life to slow down but it doesn’t you can pause for a moment on little islands of calm.  If you look around and notice everything in those moments, like the breeze in the tree above you or the smell of the honeysuckle or the sound of sprinklers in the distance or the taste of a perfect slice of watermelon, it helps.
5.  Keep lots of 20 pound bags of ice in your freezer.  You never know how many of them you might need.
6.  If you happen to chip a large piece of cartilage (or two) off your femur in a biking crash, your surgeon can cut away more cartilage and drill holes in the bone to cause lots of bleeding in that area so your body can grow a form of replacement cartilage.  I find that totally amazing.  You just can’t walk while it’s happening.
7.  Enjoy what’s going on right now, even if you’re on the verge of becoming a wicked witch.  It’s all you’ve got and things can always get worse.
8.  If your insurance company messes up the same thing FOUR times with a dozen different claims, just BREATHE.  Keep breathing.  And try to get the direct phone number to someone who works there who also has a brain.
9.  If you tell your little children that you’re about to turn into a witch (thinking, of course, that they’ll figure it out and be quiet) it might backfire on you and cause them to WANT it to happen, just to witness the transformation.
10.  Pray always.  It really helps.

How’s that for variety?

So now that I dumped my frustrations here instead of jumping on my broom, I’ll just say that I did nothing at all this week to reach any of my goals.  I just tried to get us through the week.  I witnessed tender moments with some of my children and had a couple of moments when I was a really, really good, really effective parent.  If only that part of me would take up permanent residence here!  I got a bit of exercise, drank a lot of water and got to see two of my brothers and their families, as well as my sister and her husband this week.  What a joy!

We took care of all the cherries before the surgery.  It took all the children and I five hours in the kitchen to do it.  We dehydrated and froze all of them for snacking and for future use.  There was no time for jam or bottling.

So you see, life is wonderful.  And even though I’m pretty sure I’ll NEVER list 2012 as a year I’d like to go back and relive, I hope I’m living it well enough that I can look back on it as a year in which I grew, a year when I improved in essentials, a year when I chose joy.

So I’m going to paste a smile on my face and go talk to those kids.

And then I’m going to figure out how to make the 4th of July a decent day in spite of  what’s going on here.  It’s my favorite day of the year and I usually do a lot of work for it.  I’m not sure what, but I’ve got to do something to make it memorable (in a good way) or I might dissolve into a puddle of tears.  We’ve been out of town around the 4th a lot in recent years and when we planned the summer I was so happy that we would be home for the 4th with nothing going on!
Oh, I had big plans.  It’s all working out great except for the nothing going on part.  So I have a little re-working to do.

Have a great week!

Jennifer

England Swings Flag Quilt top



I finished up this happy quilt top recently.  It came about in funny way.  Like so many others, I enjoyed watching from afar some of the celebrations surrounding the Queen’s Jubilee recently.  I’ve loved all the pictures of the Union Jack and seeing the Queen in her aqua suit.   I’ve thought many times about making a Union Jack quilt but never really looked into it.  All of a sudden, however, I was dying to make one.  I looked around for a tutorial but wasn’t sure I wanted to use the one I found, and all the quilts I love seem to come from the same pattern which is NOT available in pdf format.  So, my hopes of quickly putting together a block or two were quickly dashed and I shelved the idea once more.

Then I remembered a stack of fabric sitting in my drawer.  The collection is called England Swings and it’s even prettier in person than it looks here.  I cut my own 2 1/2 inch strips to make a custom jelly roll and used the Flags Quilt pattern by American Jane.


You’ll see some Flower Sugar in there, as well as a bit of Jennifer Paganelli.  The rest is all designed by Rebekah Merkle, and if I remember correctly it was inspired by her life in Great Britain.  I think that the pattern and the fabric make a nice pair.


I love the slightly nautical feel, the crisp colors, the mostly red, white and blue color scheme with enough yellow and green thrown in to mix things up.  I’m so glad I finally got this fabric out of my drawer and did something with it!


It’s off to the quilter and if I’m really lucky I’ll be able to finish it before the 4th of July.  I’d love to lay on this one while we watch fireworks.


Jennifer

Pressed Down and Running Over



There is a verse from the Book of Luke which has been running through my mind for months now.  It’s found in the sixth chapter.  Jesus has called his disciples and healed a multitude.   He then began teaching his disciples, sharing teachings that are difficult for the best of us to observe… things like “love your enemies” and “be ye therefore merciful” and “judge not, and ye shall not be judged… forgive and ye shall be forgiven.”

And then comes this little verse stuck in there after all the counsel:

“Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom.  For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.”  (Luke 6:38, KJV)
These are the words that I can’t get out of my head.  Good measure.  Pressed down.  Shaken together.  Running over.  They’re always marching with imagery and feeling that really grabs me.  And while I’ve been working on being more forgiving, less judgmental, and more merciful (with some success I feel good about), the words have taken on sort of a life of their own in my heart.


I feel like they describe my life.

In the book of Malachi we read about the law of tithing, where the Lord promises a blessing to those who pay it.  He says, “Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of Hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.” (Malachi 3:10) Great images here as well.  The windows of heaven open, blessings being poured out, not enough room to receive them.

I guess I feel like the recipient of open windows right now, and the blessing being poured out in such abundance that there isn’t room to receive it is simply this:  life.  Experience.  And although my efforts to give are so small and halting, life’s experiences seem to be tumbling down upon me, the good and the bad, but they’re coming with “good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over.”  Truly, God seems to be sending more to teach me and try me and touch my heart at a rate that leaves me breathless and exhausted.  There is just so much of LIFE being lived in our house right now.  I realize it’s partly a result of numbers, but it’s taken on a quality even more intense in recent days, weeks and months.


This feeling represents a paradigm shift of sorts.  I have wondered sometimes about the windows of heaven, about blessings so tremendous we can’t fully absorb them.  I can imagine all kinds of blessings I’d love to receive even in small doses, and there are other matters about which I have wearied the Lord for years.

The other day under our cherry tree, as I was laughing to myself about our cherries, I was also pondering my husband’s recent injury,  the new violin I need to purchase, repairs that need to be made, and things that will now be delayed for health reasons.  I looked up at that tree and recognized that we had more cherries than we knew what to do with, which reminded me of the windows of heaven.  I laughed as I thought of all the forms I’d like our blessings to come in, yet there we were.

It was raining cherries.

So I smiled and opened my heart up wide to receive so great a blessing.

I’m learning some good things.  I’m learning how to plant my feet on solid rock and open my arms up wide to what is ahead of me.  Firm at the feet and open at the arms.  I want to live that way.


Tonight I feel like I get it.  It’s raining life at my house.  I’m trying to leave the umbrella in the closet and look up at the rain.  Surely the Lord knows he’s overwhelming me, which perhaps means I’ll be forgiven for missing some parts of the downpour while I’m learning to smile at others.  We can’t watch every raindrop’s race down the window but we can do our best to benefit from the moisture.  The rain feeds our flowers as  well as our weeds and I’m doing my best.  It’s coming faster than I can process, faster than I can write about it, faster, almost, than I can feel.   Yet having relief and disappointment so close together, the blessings and the trials linking arms, gives me the feeling that it’s all being tumbled together for our good.  That’s what I mean by pressed down and shaken together and running over.

And so my heart is running over too.  Running over with countless different feelings which, when pressed down and shaken together, take on the form of gratitude.

And it’s still raining.  How blessed I am!

Jennifer

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