Descending

Kame is resting this morning. He's more active since he's coming out of his semi-hibernation state. He eats when I offer him food, but does not yet come out looking for food on his own. He still needs my support.

I love my little friend, and I will take care of him, for as long as it takes, but I hope that sometime soon he will come out and rejoin the world once more.

This picture was taken last summer, while we were camping near the New York State Fire Academy, where Ken takes some of his classes. The stairs ascend into a gorge, where a waterfall tumbles into a peaceful pool. It is an amazing and beautiful place, and I hope we will return again when the days are lazy, long and warm.

This has been, as a friend wrote on my Facebook wall, a "craptastic" week. The details are unimportant, but the damage was devastating. The week began with a shower of pebble-sized irritants, but by Tuesday evening the roar crashed down, sweeping me off my feet and taking me by complete surprise. It was a full-blown landslide.

I spent most of Wednesday digging out from under the emotional debris, clinging to the lifelines of family and friends. Thursday I had re-emerged, dusty, injured, but alive. Friday was spent re-orienting to the unnatural feeling of standing in the sun, and beginning to think of the practicalities of rebuilding.

Devastation never lasts. It comes upon us, buries us with its tumbling, roaring noise, overwhelms us and sweeps us off our feet like a tornado laying waste. In the moment, it can seem as if the world has cracked apart, broken beyond repair, and that there will never be light or warmth again... But often, after the rumblings die down and things have settled, the sun comes out, shining with almost obscene cheer, reminding us that now the disaster is over and life, such as it is, must go on.

Standing in the sun, we are left with a choice. A tree is laying over our roof, the yard is littered with the debris the storm left behind. Injuries must be tended, unstable structures must be shored up, and the plans for recovery must begin. It all begins with a choice: Move on, and leave the devastation behind in hopes of building elsewhere, or take an honest assessment of the damage, make plans, gather resources and rebuild.

I have chosen, and will always choose, to rebuild. That's what you do in a family.

Rejoicing in the day,
-Mary
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I think the only cure for the brokenness of this world is Truth. Use it carefully, and shine its light wherever you go.

Life is Messy

Sometimes, life is just messy. Like when Kame enjoys a fat, juicy blackberry. Especially when I've had a particularly difficult day (week... month...), and I comfort myself by cuddling with him. Especially when I don't much care what he does as long as he's happy... and eating a large, juicy blackberry is just about the happiest thing a turtle can do.

There's something good about the simple way Kame relishes his food, especially food that pops with juice as he bites into it. He seems to take delight in the squishy fruit, grabbing mouthfuls and biting down so that before long his entire beak is covered in sweet black juice. There is something innocent, something pure, in that kind of enjoyment.

Sometimes life gets messy too.
I quite often have higher expectations of people than they are able to live up to. People make mistakes. People fail. People let me down.
I have higher expectations of myself than I am able to live up to. I make mistakes. I fail. I let people I care about down.

The very nature of Man is flawed... we came from dust, and to dust we shall return. At the same time, we carry with in us the very breath of God... we are only jars of clay, but inside is a treasure so precious it cannot be bought at any price but had to be purchased with the blood of absolute innocence, the sacrifice of a Lamb. This is the greatest irony of life; the mixture of good and evil within Man, and the reason a certain song resonates with my soul: "The only thing that's good in me is Jesus."

This week my son, my precious, beautiful, clever and often wise-beyond-his-years son, had his usual array of moods, swinging from absolute joy and lighthearted fun to raging tempers to unshakable calm, sometimes within the space of an hour. The mood swings and companion behaviors have created a roller coaster... and all I could do was hold on and pray the safety bars held.
I expect that if my son cares about his family, he will control his behavior. When he does not control his behavior, I am exasperated, hurt, bewildered, angry, frustrated and grieved... all because I expect more from a ten year old boy than some adults are able to accomplish in a lifetime- self control.

In the midst of the turmoil with Arek, I got involved in an online game with acquaintances. It seemed like a fun way to exercise creativity, explore characterization and get to know people better who have interests similar to mine. It turned out to be a mistake. I expected people to feel the same way about my favorite fictional characters that I feel. I expected them to understand and know the individual characters intimately. I expected them to understand me, in a very short period of time, and to behave the way I thought they should. When my expectations weren't met, I was wounded, confused, and upset.

This week my expectations were the cause of unnecessary pain, for myself and my family and my friends. Some expectations are good and fair and reasonable... others, are not. Learning to discern between them is, perhaps, what our time on this earth is for.

Rejoicing in the day,
-Mary

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"One of the most subtle burdens God ever puts on us as saints is this burden of discernment concerning other souls. He reveals things in order that we may take the burden of these souls before Him and form the mind of Christ about them. It is not that we bring God into touch with our minds, but that we rouse ourselves until God is able to convey His mind to us about the one for whom we intercede."

-Oswald Chambers

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In other words... We do not pray for others' benefit. We pray so that we might learn what God wants us to learn regarding others, and how we might go about showing them compassion.
I have so much to learn.
-Mary

Waking Up

Kame is awake! And after six weeks of burrowing under the mulch and imitating a rock, he is finally coming out of hibernation.

I am indescribably happy to see my little friend coming back to life after his long hiatus. I have been worried over his health and well being, afraid he might go to sleep and not wake again when Spring's sun comes out to warm the ground and thaw the freeze.

Winter has not been easy for us. The cold weather means extra bills, and the snowfall has required more of Ken's time and energy at the store and fire department, taking time, inevitably, away from us. Add in the stress of the holidays and some serious arguments between Ken and I, and I began to feel buried... weighed down... like I'd never stand with the sun shining on my face again.

Life isn't going to get easier. Winter comes every year, without fail. So... how do I climb up out of the mulch life piles on and find my way into the sun again?

First... I've had to learn that hibernation is part of my natural cycle. While I can't sleep without eating or drinking for six weeks the way Kame can, there will be times in my life when I just need to slow down, to allow things to happen around me without getting involved. There are times I need to take a step back, take a deep breath and just be.

Second, I need to recognize that while these times will come, they will also pass by. The sun will shine again. The snows will melt and the first flowers of spring will poke through. Summer, like winter, comes every year, without fail. I need to recognize the signs of spring, and let encouragement bring hope back into my heart. I need to remember my dear friends who help carry me through the difficult times and let them into my life with a phone call or e-mail, like rays of light peeking through the shadows. I need to, when the time comes, stretch out, reaching for the warm and the new and the hope, and step out into the sun.

The time for hibernation is almost over. Spring is near.

Rejoicing in the day,
-Mary

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"The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."

Lamentations 3:22-23 English Standard Version