Friday, December 4, 2009

The Black Dog In My Life

Naive innocence. Lately, this seems to be the nicest way to say that I've been acting like I only own half a brain.

Naive: having or showing unaffected simplicity of nature or absence of artificiality; unsophisticated; ingenuous. (Source: WWW.dictionary.reference.com)

Innocence: lack of knowledge or understanding. (Source: WWW.dictionary.reference.com)

My pup, Pebbles, is where my thoughts turn to when I try to compare something physical to the term. She was born the runt ugly duckling; she was the last left in the "For Sale" box; yet, she has never known the difference. When you look at her horrifyingly charming face, you become overwhelmed with pity for this defective creature. Considered "societies child" by human nature, she flogs our emotions with stereotypical thoughts. "Oh, the poor thing." "Bless it's heart." "I wonder how that happened."

A mother's love can overcome any label society can stick to us. When I passed that box that put a price on pity, I bent a little. My shell displayed a fresh new crack. She was the poster pup for naive innocence. She had love written on her simple face. People walked by mocking her dim-witted face. Children said icky things and made icky faces. She didn't know the difference; maybe she didn't care.

I loved her. She advertised this side of me that I was too cheap to boast about.

However, being as delightful as she, can be as much a disservice as it can be commendation. She doesn't know any better. She tends to attract the most disgusting friendships in the neighbor hood. One, in particular, is this massive repulsing black dog. Being a good three times the size of Pebbles, this bolder of a dog looks outrageously revolting just being next to one her size. This creature, that has knobby stilts for support, seems to show up no matter our preventive maintenance. It's thick, diseased matted neck rotates in slow motion.

Pebbles glances at this abnormal varmint just as she would the prize winning shih tzu. Whether she is stubborn in the "don't judge a book by it's cover" philosophy, or too ignorant to see the end, she somehow professionally seeks to approve this red flag creature. This is the deadly love spell that she cannot shake off.

We could rationalize her decisions all day saying that she is trying to make up for the rejection she felt in her younger days. However, in the end...this seemingly insignificant cataclysmic event could lead to her death.

The most terrorizing thing about the world in this era is the outward disguise it portrays. Generations are now having to raise their kids on the "EX" factor.

Expel:
1. to drive or force out or away; discharge or eject.
2. to cut off from membership or relations

Exterminate: to get rid of by destroying; destroy totally;

Exempt: released from, or not subject to, an obligation, liability, etc.

Exile: prolonged separation from one's home, as by force of circumstances

Exclude: to shut out from consideration, privilege, etc.

Whether it starts this way, or ends this way, we "EX ourselves from the companionship of others. (friends, significant others, all types of relatives, marriage, and sometimes...even ourselves and our own feelings.)

Statistics on the subject:
  • In 2009 alone, it is estimated that 45% - 50% of first marriages end in divorce in the U.S.
  • 60% - 67% of SECOND marriages end in divorce in the U.S.
  • 73% - 74% of THIRD marriages end in divorce in the U.S.
My mouth fills with cotton when I stream my eyes across these figures that magnify our mistakes.

I seem to be going head to head with my naive innocence and my crutch, the "Ex" factor. Keeping me sane, is the knowledge that I am not the only one.

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Tips from the wise:

"Make no friendships with a man given to anger, nor go with a wrathful man, or you will learn his ways and find a snare for yourself." Proverbs 22:24-25

"If you find honey, eat just enough, too much of it and you will vomit." Proverbs 25:16

"Better is open rebuke than love that it concealed. Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but deceitful are the kisses of an enemy." Proverbs 27:5-6

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Estranged Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving: a public celebration in acknowledgment of divine favor or kindness. (Source: Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

This wasn't the story in my case. Not this year. As Thanksgiving day seemed to have crept upon me, so did the small reminder that this would be the first holiday that our family would "celebrate" without dad. When dad passed away over a month ago, it was one of the first thoughts that cascaded through my brain. Yet, that's where it stayed; in the back of my head, ignored.

The first week of November went by with the thought of Thanksgiving a light whisper. Weightless enough to be easily pushed aside.

The second week was not as courteous. Leaving weak, yet firm, reminders of holiday schedules and holiday sales.

The third week was surprisingly okay due to the constant rush and excitement of soon to come vacations.

However, the fourth week...was merciless. With only three days left before Thanksgiving day, the air filled with tell-it-all plans. From travel, to family members, all the way down to dessert. These harmless conversation starters filled my head with hot lava. I suddenly felt claustrophobic in an abandoned lobby. I was waiting for the clock to show five just to have the relief of going home. Home...where there is no one to breath poisonous holiday greetings into my blood stream.

But...that was the thing....there was no one.

It felt okay, there at the beginning. It was nice to not have to flaunt the smile that I recently have had to continuously remind myself to reapply again and again. It was a restful night. Peaceful. To a degree.

The next day...November 25th. November 25th...just the sound of the date seemed to be tattooed to my brain stem. It seemed thick and heavy...what was I forgetting? Deadline? Birthday? Anniversary?

November 25, 1981. The day that my mother and father were wed. It was their anniversary.
...anniversary
...anniversary
...anniversary
It was an echo that sounded sharper every time it bounced back through the air.

Anniversary: A celebration commemorating such a date. (Source: Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

Death seems to censor other company and make us feel alone. To think that an anniversary, a day meant to be a beautifully charming memory that sends you floating back to the day you were excited to share the rest of your life with someone, can morph into an empty house and a tear soaked pillow. Those words seem to display a duel meaning now....anniversary, celebration. A song that is heard all over the world can turn into a song that no one sings.

Normally at this point, you can make it through the day by telling yourself that it will be easier tomorrow and that the day is almost done. It's hard to look forward to the end of the day if you know there is only more heartache to rise with the sun.

My November 26, 2009 didn't start until it was almost time for Thanksgiving meal. I dragged my feet down the stairs trying to wake up before I had to greet the 15 - 20 relatives that were yearly regulars.

It wasn't exactly like that this time around.

With chairs around the TV, I enjoyed a huge Thanksgiving feast with my family...which included of mom, ONE of my siblings, plenty of empty chairs, and myself. The empty seats had more inappropriate over dinner jokes than we did. The thick lack of presence came with short glances and brought the power to share the thoughts that none of us wanted to speak.

It wasn't this overwhelming depressing event, at all. It was...the awkward side of strange. Like when you were younger and got all worked up about pajama day, but when you showed up to school, bunny slippers included, you found that you missed the cancellation memo. For the rest of the day you felt singled out in overpopulation because you are the only one. This contradicting feeling is the awkward side of strange.

November 26, 2009: Thanksgiving Taboo (Source: JKM Dictionary)

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My Thanksgiving Thanks List:

  1. For having a place to go. "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest" Matthew 11:28
  2. For small reminders. "Be strong and courageous...for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you." Deuteronomy 31:6
  3. For a nearby hero. "The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18
  4. For the greater plan. "And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them." Romans 8:28
  5. For godly stubbornness. "The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again." Proverbs 24:16
  6. For a walking buddy. "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23:4
  7. For the silver spoon. "And God is able to make all grace abound to you." 2 Corinthians 9:8
  8. For strength within. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Philippians 4:13
  9. For a detailed map. "Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take." Proverbs 3:6
  10. For true comfort. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." Matthew 5:4
  11. For hope. "...but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31
  12. For an eternal father. "See how very much our Father loves us, for He calls us His children, and that is what we are!" 1 John 3:1
  13. For power in weakness. "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Corinthians 12:9
  14. For having no true excuses to worry. "Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you." 1 Peter 5:7
  15. For tolerance. "We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair..." 2 Corinthians 4:8

No matter how things turned out, I thank GOD for my family and His word. When my human decisions become mistakes, when I can't take back the things that I've said, when my failures become comfortably familiar, when I break a promise, when I'm too late, when I think that the only way to be accepted is to be unacceptable, when I'm too weak to stand, when I'm too tough for my own good, when I forget to be grateful for being granted today...my ETERNAL FATHER will always be there to accept me...just as I am.

And for that...I am thankful.

Monday, November 9, 2009

What He Brings

NOTHING IS AN ACCIDENT.
NOTHING IS COINCIDENCE.
NOTHING IS "JUST CHANCE".

REASONS,
are all around us.

What WE SURROUND ourselves with is what composes our days,
times,
situations,
and moods.

The PEOPLE that we surround ourselves with is what makes up our frame of mind and most of the time, our actions.

THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE WEARING.
THINK ABOUT WHAT'S ON YOUR MYSPACE.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU LET INTO YOUR LIFE.
THINK ABOUT WHO YOU LET COME INTO YOUR LIFE!

Work with whatever HE gives you to work with.

The next time a stranger comes into your life...PRAY.
"God, why did you send this person to me? what would you like for me to do in glory and honor of you?"

HE WON'T LEAD YOU WRONG.

you may even meet a new best friend that way

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Let Go & Let GOD

We all have a story.We all have problems and situations.We all have sorrow.And we find joy in different things.

No matter HOW MUCH you deny it...WE ALL WANT CONTROLL!

Of our lives,
of our friends,
of our situations,
our homes,
our weight,
our looks,
our financial needs,
or our surroundings.

A lot of these...WE CAN ALTER.

A lot of these...WE CAN'T.

And a lot of these...WE NEED TO LET GO, AND LET GOD!

When you've done ALL you can.
Let go.

When you feel like your prayers are going nowhere.
Let go.

When you feel like no matter how hard you fight,you just can't get things under controll.
Let go.

When the situation seems FAR bigger than you can handle.
Let go.

When IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
Let go.

Controll is a VERY precious thing that most THINK they can handle.
How do you know if you can?
How do you know if you're strong enough?
How do you know you won't abuse it?
How do you know it's your place?

LET GO AND FIND OUT!

FREEDOM is simply THREE WORDS AWAY!

"It's yours God."

and LET IT GO.

Don't leave it to chance.
Don't leave it to luck
Don't leave it to YOU.

Men will fail...GOD WILL NOT!

So...WHY NOT JUST GIVE IT UP AND NOT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT!?

Oh and I KNOW its hard.It's tough.
Controll is like a drug.When your body and mind gets SO used to it...you don't WANT to let go!


But there's good news....IT GETS EASIER!



Consider it a challenge.

Life As We Know It

We can not direct the wind, but we can adjust our sails.

Do what you can with what you've got wherever you are.

The hardest thing in life is letting go of what you thought was real.

Life is what happens while you are busy making plans.

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.

The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one.

To be nobody but myself--in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else--means to fight the hardest battle which anybody can fight, and never stop fighting.