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Tea anyone?

How do I even begin to explain my last 2 days back on the island. I get back and instantly I’m put to work. Some of the events that have taken place I can’t fully explain because I need to protect a close friend that it all revolves around. The nicest person and has the most selfless attitude, this person will go above and beyond to help others while suffering themself. This person has gone so long helping others that now it’s time to help themself and get help from others… So that’s where I have tried to fill a bit of the gap. I am not the best at it and I don’t have many connections to really do everything that’s needed but since returning I am trying the best I can with what I have. It’s all a learning experience for sure with dealing with high stress and even some police drama. All I can say is that it’s not over yet and I pray and hope it gets better for my friend. Whatever I can do I will but my resources are limited. With the help of another friend last night I drove in the rain with my missing car window in a downpour of rain (of course, everything will go wrong when it matters).. so I was a bit wet but we succeeded in getting our friend a safe place for the night. Tonight who knows and tomorrow will worry about itself I suppose.

Very vague I know but pray for my friend that she has safety and that all the legal stuff will work itself out tomorrow. We can all at least come together in prayer to help a faithful servant of God who just needs a break and some peace and rest.

But on a another note I made it to see my friend Stephan again and handed over the precious Earl Gray Tea from Starbucks (the same tea that helped my day of discovery on the 10th when I met the ladies from the cancer center at starbucks). Let’s just say he was happy, lol, to see a scarey, tattooed, skinny, rough looking guy jump with giddy over some tea is amazing. I mean the silk bags the tea leaves were in was an added bonus I didn’t even know about. OH so fun.

Earl Gray Tea Happy

Earl Gray Tea Happy

Tea time

Tea time

My meeting with Stephan led to connecting with the owner of Tan Tan Jeep tours on the island and me asking if he had any work for a skinny little white girl that looks whimpy but isn’t. Me at a construction site with guys all around and sticking out like a sore thumb but it was actually fun and I enjoyed my time hanging with my new friends. So tomorrow I am going to learn to drive a 4×4 Off road Jeep! Yup! I might be doing Jeep tours for tourists, lol, little white girl behind the wheels of a jeep on an island. I just need some white t-shirts I guess for the uniform.

 

A funny connection here is this..if you can follow my bunny trail:

First time to the island I went to the tide pools and ran into a lady who drove jeeps for Tan Tan and was out with a group, I chatted with her and she said they always were looking for drivers, ok I logged that away in my head.

Return to island to live and after a couple months I end up befriending Stephen and then end up at Tan Tan where he is doing some odd work and then bam I a now talking to the owner of Tan Tan about a job. Now wait for the kicker! Wait for it! Wait for it!……  He lost his parents a few years back and is grieving but also he recently had to have surgery for a similar illness Andy had right before he died. Not cancer but still major and he had a similar scar as Andy. It’s not the same but I’ll say this, God puts people in your path and when he does PAY ATTENTION cuz the conversations that come out of it are great. I was able to talk to another person in pain and get encouragement from him and a connection.


 

So my journey is not just kids and homeless… it is larger.. it is now to infiltrate the parts of the island where most ‘white’ girls won’t go. I don’t mean to use ‘white’ a lot but it’s used quite freely here and that’s what I am known as to the local street guys.

It seems Stephan is also one of my keys in to his real life experiences… no way would I go where I am going without a ‘Champion’ (as he also calls himself, which isn’t a bodyguard cuz that’s just silly sounding).

Who knows maybe someday I’ll look back at this and laugh and mistakes I might be making but I would rather try and do what I normally wouldn’t in order to live abundantly.

Soo I’m tired and my brain hurts.. my heart hearts for my friend’s struggling..and my heart hurts for others in pain.

In closing here is a ‘God’ ‘Invisible Friend’ moment for the day

“My guidance for each of my children is unique. That’s why listening to Me is so vital for your well-being. Let me prepare you for the day that awaits you and point you in the right direction. I am with you continually, so don’t be intimidated by fear. Though it stalks you, it cannot harm you, as long as you cling to my hand”
~Jesus Calling  devotional book.

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Here goes…everything

What if the only thing holding us back from making a change is just not knowing how? Or thinking it has to take a lot to make a difference! But it’s not that complicated. Support someone at your church or find an organization to help…cancer research always needs help.

or…if you like reading about my journey and seeing what happens next you can play a part in the story 🙂

I am back on my island after a week of closure and painful goodbyes to a life I once knew. Perhaps I am back here to appreciate the ‘little’ again. Either way I didn’t want to wake up this morning and try to be happy but a knock on my door forced me out into the world.

Today I went to get my jeep and Stephan introduced me to some Jeep guys on the island that give tours to tourists. I ran into Dwayne and asked How he was and he said fine and I said fine. And then… he said the oddest thing.. ‘hmm Not really fine but does it really matter?’  Man he is so right! We all say ‘I’m fine’ but really its just a blow off to the person asking and the person asking sighs a huge relief when they don’t really have to care. Keep on going on with our own lives and forget that maybe that person is hurting.

On my way home I broke down and stopped at the grocery story to buy some provisions:

  1. 1 loaf of bread
  2. lettuce
  3. red pepper
  4. dressing
  5. 1 gallon of water
    = $20.94

bread, lettuce, dressing, pepper

bread, lettuce, dressing, pepper

Receipt

I am appreciating my simple tuna salad sandwhich and green leaf lettuce salad. I have lost it all and trying to find a new way to live.

Is this what you would call a ‘Faith Walk’ ?

I am going to be a Full time Entrepreneur Missionary to help those who are, well, In Need! Is it maybe just that simple?!

Shall I label this a ‘mission from God’ ?  Nah! It’s more of a mission to bring back relationships and bring back faith in each other to do good even when it seems impossible. If God sent me here for that than that’s OK by me. If I have to swallow my pride and humility to get others to support that cause than I’ll do it! I’ll throw myself out there and ask for Support…ask for others to join in this movement to just HELP people and save lives in the process.

It just takes one small step of faith and Going.

So here I am God…try and prove to me how this works and I’ll give it my all. If you can’t prove faith to me than good luck proving it to others cuz I am stubborn.


 

What do I need?

Food – ~ $50 a week

Water – $.60 a gallon = ~$5 a week

Rent = $800 a month

Gas = $30 a week = $120 a month

In Mid July I leave my paying ‘job’ and lose my benefits and steady paycheck. Let’s see what God can do to keep me going as long as he wants to use me for his ‘job’.


 

What can you do?

I’ll take references to churches/organizations, individuals, friends, friends of friends, anyone that wants to support the homeless and children of St. Croix thru my shattered life. Donations are always welcome (yes even $5 makes a difference…I mean that gives me water to drink:)

What will Sarah really be doing on an island? and how do I get personal updates…?

Easy I am setting up an email subscriber list thru mailchimp that will allow you to stay up to date with the mission. I’ll just need to collect Supporters names and email addresses to make it official.


 
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Cancer sucks more when left behind

I sit alone in Newark airport About to eat a burger beige my next flight.
A year ago Andy and I would have been back from our Jamaica trip together.
A year ago he was alive (mostly since cancer sucks)

I miss you Andy!
I miss our travels together!

It seems now I am to travel alone now

Cancer sucks !!!!!!!!!

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Laid to rest

To die young .. Oh what a cruel twist on expectations. I expected to grow old with Andy and to have security of love forever. It is crueler fate to leave behind a torn lover at a young age… Split between a life so vivid and a life full of lonely memories of love long gone.
Today I fulfilled my promise to Andy. 6 months after he died and was cremated I released his ashes where we first met and fell in love.

Today I immersed my heart in revisiting a town miles away where every memory stabbed me from within. Oh Andy. My Andy. I searched on the high mountain and down low by the water for you today. I looked for glimpses of your smile and laugh. I looked for your eyes shining back on me. Instead I only heard your voice saying .. “Sarah, I love you. I always will. Let me go – hold on to my heart no more and let the grief go. I want you to smile and laugh again without guilt. I forgive you. I am sorry I had to leave you. I forgive you.”

My love, if only it was possible to let you go. I cling to your life. I cling to needing you with each breathe. Please don’t leave me alone in this darkness.
Your ashes are at rest at last up high on the mountain overlooking our home long gone. What a blessing the weather was today and the moment of solitude given to us while I said goodbye. As if the clouds in heaven opened up and silenced everything around me so that I could lay you to rest.

I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart. All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God. Psalm 38:8-9,15

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Walking with Andy

Today I walked with Andy reliving our moments of love and pain together. It was and is our 14th Wedding Anniversary today. We got married at 20 years old and never looked back.

Coming back ‘home’ to michigan to take care of Andy’s ashes and also the symbolism of it being our wedding anniversary has weighed heavy on me for days now. Finally the day of our wedding vows arrived but the ashes need to wait until this weekend when his best friend can drive me the 8 hours to where Andy and I fell in love.

It’s hard to know where to begin with my day but I know that today was planned out for me and I didn’t even realize it. I had 4 things that were predetermined today. Everything else that happened was unimaginable when I first started off on my journey today

1. Doctor Appointment
2. Hair appointment
3. Lunch appointment
4. Meeting with Andy’s past doctor and close friend

After I finished by doctor’s appointment I made my way to Starbucks to get some tea for a friend back on the island. Little did I know that when I walked in this coffee shop the first words I would hear were ‘Cancer’. Ok a bunch of woman were sitting by the door discussing something cancer related. I decided to just walk by and get my tea and go. But there was this little voice in my head that said, “Pay Attention Sarah, I have a blessing lined up for you”. So what should I do? Well I walked right back out of the coffee shop with my tea and stopped at my truck, paused, struggled, and then turned right around and swallowed my fear of people and said hello to this group of ladies. “Hi, I may sound crazy but I heard you mention cancer”. I found out they were brainstorming ways to improve the cancer center that Andy and I went to…they all worked there. LOL! So I then told them a very brief version of my life and Andy’s death and just soaked in the blessing of connecting with people who UNDERSTOOD cancer.

Then I walked out feeling choked up and also a bit glad I took the courage to speak out to a bunch of stranger.

Now I looked over and there was the hospital Andy died in almost 6 months ago. Alright…the little voice started again and this time took control of my steering wheel. Minutes later I was standing in the ICU on the 4th floor just outside the room Andy died in. What was I doing here????!!! What crazy widow revisits the place where their husband dies on there 14th wedding anniversary?! I stared blankly at the door and the glass window which months ago held the image of Andy connected to wires and tubes. Room 403. I asked the nurse if I could sit in the room. Seriously! Yes, I broke down and cried and just soaked in the memories of that fateful night.

Andy had led me to this room.

Andy’s body was gone but my mind wouldn’t let go.

Now what? Well, guess what?! I kept on walking the path laid out before me….

Walking

The cancer center is just next door, sooo what did I do? Yup, I went there next. I followed the bread crumbs to the place of diagnosis and treatments. Once inside the doors I stared at the receptionist and said, “this is going to sound crazy…but…. can I speak to Katie, my deceased husband’s nurse”?  Short answer I was allowed back but not after a few back and forths and crying and then a stranger holding me and yea…I kinda broke down.

Nurse Katie…She was there when Andy first got dosed with chemo. She was there to watch me and Andy sit for hours and hours in those chemo chairs. She saw the dramatic change in Andy after the surgery. She saw our pain and she was helpless to fix it. The nurses at the cancer center see so much pain come thru there doors. I told her she meant a lot to Andy and I and that we appreciated her kindness. In return she told me that me and Andy were undeniably soulmates. That when she saw us together those long chemo days that she was amazed at how much love we had for each other and how we tried to find any kind of joy in the situation. We even tried to get her to say funny words like, poop in the pool. She remembered our dogs too. The one things she told me that I needed to hear on this day was that she saw our love for each other and she saw the change in Andy’s health. He died months before he died! She saw it too! I am not alone in that memory! It’s not my fault! Let go of the guilt!

My morning didn’t end here. After my hair appointment (where my favorite stylist ever did an amazing job, as always, to my hair) and therapy session with my hair stylist:). I have to say Amanda is great at cutting hair but even better at listening to a crazy lady ramble on and on about God this and God that. LOL. Who am I these days? You would think God has taken over my body and really has complete control over everything now.

Then I drove past my old house…I then turned back around and marched up the stairs and rang the door bell. Seriously, I did! Well I was led to do it. The guy that opened the door was a blessing. He let me in my old house and showed me how much they loved this house. How much joy and laughter was in this house now. There are 5 kids living in this house! Amazing! A lot of it looked the same and yet different. They kept some of the paintings up and the kitchen was still gorgeous. The old computer room was now a kids room for 3 (pink walls). And Andy you were wrong! There was hardwood floors under that carpet in Perfect condition! I told you so:). The mother in law also lived there and she spoke Spanish. He translated to her who I was and why I was crying in there living room. Oh my word…how did I get the courage to do that? Well this closure was just what I needed. He talked to me about his experiences with people in hospitals he has helped and told me how much they loved the house. He even said the one neighbors mentioned I was a nice lady and that my husband had passed away. Upstairs he had taken some shelves andy made and was using them…I burst into tears of joy. Andy lives on!!!!

Then after that…

I went to lunch with Andy’s old classmate from high school. She shared stories of how Andy was in Chemistry class. I guess he was super smart even though he looked like a punk. Oh Andy.

Free Cookies

Free Cookies

Then after that…

I went to the other cancer center downtown and saw Dr. Abby my friend. I hate to cut short on this part but I do detest long blogs:). She as always had some great therapy for me in our talk. The sarcasm and joking about some new business ideas was very enlightening. When you go thru cancer and see so much pain you can’t seem to avoid hospitals. The nurses and doctors can become family to you and a level of support no other family member can give you. They are with you from the start and you may get frustrated at each other but it still is a journey thru hell together.

Finally I went to Hope lodge. A place where during Andy’s surgery I was given a bed and comfort. There was a journal that I needed to find on one of the 3 floors. The guy at the front desk was very nice and we went to each floor looking for this public journal where visitors can tell there story. When I had stayed there I wrote an entry in it and I wanted to re-read it. Then I wrote another entry for today in memory of Andy. By this point I actually didn’t cry that much. The guy that helped me did the one thing that not many people think to do…. he asked me what my husbands name was and in that moment made Andy real again. All a grieving person wants to do is bring that person back to life in some way, even if for just a moment. Having someone ask his name is the most precious gift you can give.

 

I faced each terror at each building I was led back to and finally gained some peace.
God or Andy or both wanted to give me an anniversary gift today…a gift of peace and love.

I LOVE YOU ANDREW STACILAUSKAS… Andy’s song for me today.. Click Here

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Faith Walk

This morning I woke up from a bad night of druggy sleepiness and a heart grieving my Andy. It was early morning and I was just in time for my first sunrise. I finally saw the sunrise over the ocean!

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I splurged and made scrambled eggs with tortilla shell for a wrapper. I flipped open my bible and followed a few verses around that talked about bringing the good news to others and coming down from the mountain with beautiful feet to share God with others. Eventually it led me to the book of Nahum, which I never knew existed. So I figured why not read it, it was a short chapter so pretty easy. It turns out it is a story about a little prophet named Nahum who went to Ninevah. Hmmm Ninevah? Ok that is a theme I keep hearing lately with Jonah and how he didn’t listen to God and ended up in a fish. For example, I was having the feeling of me not listening entirely to what God was saying and feared I would end up in a fish myself. I asked God this morning to let me in on the secret a bit more on if I am to leave my job and if so maybe a date would be nice. Instead he talks to me about mountains and pretty feet and then Nahum. Ok, well Nahum did what he was told to do and wrote about the destruction of Ninevah. I don’t know what happened to Nahum but he did do what he was told to do and didn’t end up in a fish like Jonah.

We will leave the story there for now… and get to my morning activities.

I volunteer on Thursdays at the Catholic church since my other place doesn’t serve breakfast on Thursdays. On the way over I asked God to please let me get a hold one particular girl’s mother and also help me with my Jeep.

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So this morning I got the courage up to talk to a man that has been trying to get my attention. Previously he said he knew a mechanic and that he also wanted to show me more of the ‘real’ islanders. I was dragging my feet on that since I was scared and worried about going out of my comfort zone. This morning though since one of the versus I read said, “Don’t be afraid”, I tapped him on the shoulder and asked about the mechanic. So after breakfast I walked with him to my Jeep and we drove off to the mechanic on some side street in a ‘shady’ side of town…and it was across from his house with his four dogs.

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Now this is where the day goes to two words, ‘Holy S**t’. Seriously those are the only words I can use to express how unpredictable and unplanned the day unfolded before my eyes because I said, “Alright God, lead me”. God really does plan out his plan in the details. I can’t even begin to put in words how everything is making more sense to me now. But I have photos of some of it:)

Now yesterday I was really angry at my Jeep and not having Andy around anymore to play cars with. I told this to Rodney the mechanic and we had a great conversation. Just imagine standing in the hot sun in a little street by a garage and he is telling me about how I can’t let my grief control me and that if I do it will destroy me. He found it cool when I said I played on cars and enjoyed it, not many females work on cars on the island I guess. So this might be a door that just opened to still work on cars and make an island friend. He offered to teach me to work on cars again. God is soooo crazy!

So I might just have a mechanic now:)

Moving on…I then went downtown with a friend and he took me to the projects (low income housing). The goal here was to let others know that they shouldn’t mess with the White Girl because I know the ‘Major’ (that was my friend’s street name). So I don’t know all the history behind this but I do know that you don’t mess with the Major. Anyways, he introduced me to this wonderful old lady that sells these ice pop drinks for .25. She had the cutest dog! I also got to use her bathroom. So not only did i get a safe introduction to the projects but I also got an amazing cold drink for free. She didn’t charge me since I am a new customer. I could go on and on how this new connection will benefit my time here but you’ll have to keep reading my journey to see how that unfolds. I just know that now, some of them know who I am, and WHO I know, that way when I work with the kids there that might just work into God’s plan (yea God knew that was coming).

To finish off the story he then takes me for ‘lunch’. Little do I know its at this other soup kitchen the locals go to for lunch time. The food was ok, not anything to write about. The people that visit this establishment are, well, interesting because some of them are the same ones that go to the Lighthouse but HOLY COW are they different. I am sooo glad I had a body guard with me. Imagine reality tv shows where everyone is screaming and cussing at eachother for no reason. Well that was my lunch environment. God wanted me to be out of my comfort zone and so he definitely succeeded! However, after you get used to the strange behavior of the slightly intoxicated and drugged up guys it wasn’t that bad. They are actually pretty nice guys and have some core values. RESPECT is huge in this group. If you don’t have respect than you are considered dirt. There is a high respect for treating a white girl there too.. first of all you don’t touch the white girl! That’s forbidden fruit! I guess I am known as the ‘New Whitey’…so that’s an interesting fact I learned after eating lunch and then ‘liming’ on the street corner. ‘Liming’ i slang for hanging out and doing nothing.

If you decide to follow God and he has a plan for you…and this plan is something that will open your eyes and heart to people you never ever ever imagined to be in contact with…then by the end of your day you will be exhausted. Between the heat, adrenaline, and fear my body is wasted. I know that God wants me to see every aspect of this island and when I agreed to coming here I never imagined what that might mean. I am sitting in my little apartment by the ocean and feeling very safe and secure but I can’t help but feel a heartache for the people I saw today, broken and real people that are sharing the same island with me. The ‘down islanders’ like the mechanic Rondey are amazing people…yea I just met him but what a great spirit he has and what a contrast between him and street guys that are strung out on crack and filled with such pain.

I can’t promise my blog posts will be all happy times by being on an island.. I can promise they will be honest and I hope as the days go by start to unravel with God’s plan.

I forgot one thing! I found that special girls’ mother!!!!! She was at the bar/restaurant working and a friend translated for me how I loved her daughter and wanted to help. She was shocked that a white girl would come all the way down looking for her daughter, I guess that’s not normal for people to CARE. She has my phone number and here’s hoping she calls me.

I also learned the fist slam handshake..you bump knuckles and then hit your chest. Yea, this will be an interesting ride!

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This is a confession of a young widow who sometimes just can’t do things she used to do when married. My weakness of grief won this afternoon again. It happened last week too where the same trigger annihilated me.

 Meet the adversary:

 

This jeep has become my reminder of a time gone. A time where Andy and I worked on cars together… a time when Andy and I went to junkyards together looking for parts…a time when Andy would take care of minor things on cars…a time when Andy and I would decide what car to purchase….a time when Andy was alive.

This Jeep is a thorn in my side. This Jeep is my reminder that now I am a widow and that there is no Andy to rely on.  My Jeep window fell off the other day from rusting thru on its little peg that inserts into the door panel. Now I can live without this, if it rains I just get wet but most of the time its sunny and when it does rain the cold water feels nice. But really it would be nice to have a window.  Today I went to see a welder about an option to fix it…it proved to be too costly and pressed that darn button of grief in me. So what did I do? I went home and took some Tylenol PM so I could just sleep the rest of the day away while crying to a friend about how much I missed Andy. It wasn’t about a stupid window or a Jeep that needs brakes fixed and/or has an exhaust leak. It was about the fact that Andy is gone and that no more will I play cars with Andy. No more will he and I change the oil on a car, no more will he fix the car when I can’t.

My need is a simple one. I need a window, possibly two when the other goes. I need to take the Jeep to get the brakes looked at see what the cost will be (which will be ridiculously high since its an island).

The deeper need is impossible to buy my way out of. My husband is dead and that past life can’t be wished back to existence. That bond with someone is gone and so dies with it the Sarah that could wake up and see Andy tinkering away in our driveway with cars.

Goodbye my mechanic Andy.

Goodbye my loving husband.

Goodbye my partner… the countdown to our wedding anniversary has begun..6 more days!

(I just broke down and paid $8.00 for a frozen pizza, I just couldn’t buy the $2.99 Pizza for One…too depressing)

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Moments caught

Moments from the Lighthouse Ministry on St Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands…my new home.

How do you rebuild a life after death? Get up each morning and breathe…then a whole lot of faith since most likely your strength will end the minute you step outside into the light of day. I wouldn’t be living where I was right now and making the choices I am making if I didn’t give up my needs first. Each day I wake up and decide again to not do what I want but what I should do. If God wants to still use this broken heart for others than I’ll follow. It’s not all smiles and it sure isn’t easy. Almost a year ago I was on a plane with my husband to enjoy a week in Jamaica for our 13th wedding anniversary… 6 months before he was to die. And next week it will be 6 months since he died on December 15, 2013.

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All is well

Do we all seek a new start to life? Just as the day rises each day to bring a new day, we must also think of it as a chance for a new life. Each new day is a chance to try again, to fight again, to endure, and to make a difference. From the smalls to the bigs…size doesn’t matter as long as you are seeking. With Andy dying I have been looking at it all wrong. I am consumed by grief and sadness and reliving of each moment before and as he died. Revisiting that hospital in my mind and going thru the corridors of pain and regret. This cycle is slowly killing my heart and bringing me down.

This morning I flipped open my bible to Philippians 3:12 and it said:

“Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take HOLD of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.”

My goal is set and I can’t let anything take my eyes off that. I have to strive on even if it seems IMPOSSIBLE. Just like cancer can seem to be impossible sometimes during all those endless chemo treatments. Endless days and nights watching your loved one wither before you. The person you once knew disappears and is replaced by a person in pain. A person fighting for life with each breath and step throughout the day. Never give up hope.

1 Corinthians 13:10-12

“but when completeness comes, what is in the past disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child…For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror, then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully even as I am fully known.”

1 Timothy 6:12

“Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses”


 

I made the choice when I sold my stuff and let my dogs go to another family. I made the decision when I told my bosses I had to go and I didn’t know what the reason was other than a voice said “Go”. Being passive is not in my blood, I don’t want to just sit back while others do things for a bigger purpose. I want to actively participate and make clarity out of all that pain and grief. I will tell my heart to beat again, I will not sit back and let life pass me by. Just as I am competitive and biking and kayaking, I push my body to the limits to bike faster and run raster…so shall I push my heart to feel more, to hurt more, and to endure more trials. This is the beginning of a new day. This is a beginning of a new chapter. This is my New Start to a new life just as Paul referred to Saul starting his new journey once his eyes were opened and the scales fell from his eyes.

I was blind but now I see!

I was in a pit of grief but now I see a light!

I saw death, I held death, I had great loss but now it’s time to step out and continue what I started.

Listen to me for a I tell you the truth. Even in your pain I am with you and will never leave you.
Enjoy this day for tomorrow your job starts.

Can you trust me?

“death has died and All is Well”

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Old Lighthouse Hike

I write to speak for the broken hearted.

I write to share the pain of those who lose heart.

I write to soothe my soul.

This morning started early with a hike up to the old lighthouse on the other side of my island. It took forever to get there. One thing to learn is that things seem to take longer than you think on this island of only 27 miles in length. If you live in the states and enjoy all of those straight roads and endless smooth concrete than you can’t understand how it can take an hour to get to the other side of a small island in the ocean. It was early and we had already missed our chance to see the sunrise over the ocean but we still journeyed on. For some strange reason we ran into a traffic jam in the rainforest. I have only experienced one other traffic jam on this island and it was where you would expect it, by buildings and street lights. It was very odd that at 6am we ran into several sloooow moving vehicles in the rainforest.  For some reason they didn’t like the potholes and slowed and swerved for each one. Now my friend who was driving usually doesn’t bother with the formality of slowing for a huge crater in the road, why bother when the roads are essentially made up of a series of holes that once was a concrete path.

The hike up to the lighthouse was steep and picturesque, complete with spider webs and hermit crabs. Oh and some really gross looking slug creatures. Once we arrived the sun was up already and hiding behind a cloud. A very ominous cloud floating above the ocean. The sun was stubborn though and reflected on the waves below the cloud and it was a sight to see! We climbed the tall tower and sat on top of the world watching the splendor before us. It only seemed fitting to play the song I had played at Andy’s funeral, Amazing Grace ‘My chains are gone’.

Andy’s chains are gone! His body is free and his pain is gone. God took it away in the end when he finally believed. In his last hour of life he believed and his chains were gone, he was set free, his God and Savior rescued him. His mercy overwhelmed Andy and he took his final breaths of peace…

This earth is temporary. The sun is fleeting and the clouds are many. But God is calling to end the pain of this earth. Last night I fell asleep, alone, listening to Amazing Grace, a song I have avoided for some time because it makes me cry. I walked behind his coffin with a flower in my hand and Amazing Grace played. I took one final look at Andy and slipped the tiny purple iris into his coffin and said Goodbye.  Last night I faced that song head on and cried out to the lyrics while listening to the wave crash outside…I must have eventually fallen asleep. A night with no scarey nightmares of Andy suffering over and over in my head, a night with no dreams in fact.

 

 

Healing Eyes