Thankful Thursday: My God, My family, My life

Have you ever experienced something that had minimal long-term effect, but made a huge impact on you, never-the-less?

I experienced one of those events last night.

The fire truck was going down our street with the lights on, and then it stopped.  Just two houses down and across the street from me. I know all of my immediate neighbors, so I know that in this house is an elderly lady who has lived there pretty much since the day we moved in, over twenty years a go.

I stepped outside to find out what had happened, and I saw a young man and lady embraced in each others arms. Then I heard the sound. The sound of agony, and pain and torment, all rolled into one.

A sound I’m all too familiar with…the sound of the pain of death.

I stood on my front step for a moment, I knew it was bad, but what was it?  Then the ambulance drove up to the house. It stopped. Someone got out, and within seconds the driver was back in the vehicle, and the ambulance left.  There was no need for it to be there, there was no life to save, the life was gone.

A life taken all too soon, by her own hands, but it wasn’t the elderly lady, it was a young lady who was renting a room from the elderly lady.  She apparently had lost all hope, and in her despair, she took her own life.

It was so painful as I stood there and saw her children trying to wrap their minds around what they had just seen and found out.  I don’t know them, but I know the pain and the anguish they were experiencing. I know the gut-wrenching feeling, the unfathomable anguish. I know that this is not only going to effect their lives, but it is also going to have a huge impact on them….for the rest of their lives.

There was absolutely nothing I could do to help them.  I couldn’t bring her back to them, which I know is all that they really wanted.  I couldn’t take that awful heartache and pain away.

I could only pray for them, and so I did.  I prayed that God would wrap His strong arms around them, and bring them a peace and a comfort that only He can give.

A peace and a comfort that I am also very familiar with.

And so it is, on this “Thankful Thursday“… I am once again thankful for so many things…but I am especially thankful for the love and support of my family and for the strong arms of my God.

 

Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away,but love stays with us. Love is God.” – Lew Wallace

 

 

Keep looking up!

It’s orientation week at the college where my daughter works. It’s also the same college that she attended and graduated from. (4 yrs in 3!)

Oh my, how I remember that first year of college so very well.

It was a tough one for her.

I think it just might have been even harder for me. Her school was several hours away from home, so I was extremely limited in what I could do to help her.

I hurt for her. I wanted to fix her problems. Make all the bad things go away. Because really, that’s what a good mom is supposed to do, right?

Or so I thought.

But things don’t always work like we think they should. Something we both learned only too well that first year.

I listened to her troubles on almost a daily basis on the phone. My heart ached for her broken heart.

I prayed for her. A lot.

She was just too far away for me to give her a hug when she needed it the most. Wipe the tears from her cheeks and let her know, everything is going to be okay.

It was probably one of the most painful experiences of my life, and it was during this time that my encouragement skills got stretched to the max.

I was constantly telling her to keep looking up, among many, many other things.

Look above

He never fails. Not this time. Not ever!

Yep, we survived that first year of college, and of course she learned a lot of valuable life lessons in the process.

Well…we both did! I knew we would, but the process is oh so painful and just downright uncomfortable at times.

Oh…we also learned a lot about living with an extremely high maintenance personality! 🙂 Whew…her first roommate was a bit of a challenge!

Thankfully, the next year was much better. I’m convinced her roommate was an angel in disguise. Oh how I love that girl!

Today, I am happy to say, my daughter is a well-adjusted, happily married young lady and momma of one delightful little boy!

I am so proud of her!

I often find myself looking at her and wondering “just who is this girl and where did she come from?”

The scared, sad little girl from that first year of college is long gone, and in her place is a very strong, confident young lady!

My beautiful daughter.

Always my baby.