The Great Weariness

Much of this year I have been physically, emotionally, and relationally weary. That’s the honest truth, through and through. The happiness wasn’t there. I was carrying burdens and working through complications and worrying about my mother’s health and her next steps. Then it got even more complicated. Although her passing was expected, the uncertainty you go through is still draining.

The week of Mother’s two services, I felt an extreme weariness with it all. Words and thoughts were hard to come by for any length of time. I fell strangely silent. Making conversation seemed a great effort. My youngest daughter later said, about that week, that she thought I was worried because I was so unlike myself. Truly, it was only a great weariness.

A week or two later and I am much better. Sometimes you plug along trying to get through another day, and next day, and next. Some seasons in life are that way. It is your hope and knowledge that God is carrying you along that helps get you through it. I’ve slept a lot more than usual these days, but I am recovering. Rest is respite for the weary.

There was good reason for me being the way I’ve been, but not a good enough reason. A week ago I did my best to face it. I wrote it all down in my journal. I prayed and prayed and released and released, a little more than I had released the week before, and the week before that. I asked God to help me get things done, to help get me out of the fog and out of my funk, to let the problems go that my mind has latched on to so tightly. I asked God to restore my joy and to help me get back on the bright side.

I removed myself from a situation that gets me down. I decided to not put myself out there. Unhappiness in spirit is wearing on the true self. I chose self-care over getting involved and speaking out, and knew it to be the right thing to do. I re-read A Grief Observed by C. S. Lewis; he so gets it right in the raw places of his own grieving. I’ve been adjusting to the recent loss of my mother. This September marks the 10th anniversary since a dear male friendship came to an abrupt end. Markers of sad times still have a sting. It’s also the month I grieve my sister Lois’s passing.

I am reading books, too, and finding them rich and lovely. I am praying for a friend who needs it. Praying with great intention is heavy-weight stuff. I feel its burden but also its hope. She will be stronger spiritually once this is past. I must persist in intercessory praying and not lose focus.

I am back at writing a book I am close to publishing. I’m hoping to offer it as a freebie. POWER THROUGH, An Adventure in Other-Focused Living is a secular book on how to be other-centered rather than self-centered. It’s a push-back to what’s going on these days in our ultra critical,  negative community of angry people. This is my third edit. Pray for me. Thanks.

You know what? This week is going much better. I’ve put myself on an earlier schedule. That’s helping. I am forcing myself to look for the happy things, the blessings each day brings, the moments of joy I can celebrate. My spirits are lifting, higher and higher. Yesterday afternoon I visited with my 98 1/2 year old neighbor, to tell her about Mom’s passing. She is so sweet, gave me three hugs, and said she sings “One day at a time, sweet Jesus” every day. I love that!

Today I feel light, happy, more like myself. It has been a long time. I didn’t do it alone.  God came to my aid and buoyed me up. I needed that, I really did. God gives us a supernatural strength we do not have on our own. I asked for clarity of mind. He is supplying that as well. Today I cooked dinner for my dad like I do three times a week. We had a lovely visit, just him and me. And that’s quite special. He is appreciative and likes what I make, so it’s a win win.

I’m going to leave you with a poem that I wrote back in 2008. I shared it with my friend Andrew on his blog today. He’s suffering terribly with ill health but gives credit to God for hope, love, and carrying him along. He’s been living this way for years though the symptoms have worsened. But his faith keeps growing in leaps and bounds. His blog provides hope for others in the midst of their own trials.

I hope the poem encourages you. God bless.

It’s time to live again
Move out of the shadows
Away from cloistered walls

Fly again, you say
To a land of dreams
Life will open its door

See the possibility
The endless probability
Love on the wings of a dove

Into the sunlight it gives rise
Elegant grace, and beauty
A zephyr in radiant sky

Kindness is a Virtue

Kind hearts are the gardens,

Kind thoughts are the roots,

Kind words are the flowers,

Kind deeds are the fruits.

Take care of your garden,

And keep out the weeds,

Fill it with sunshine,

Kind words and kind deeds.      –Henry W. Longfellow

 

I reckon there are three things in life that are important.

The first is to be kind.

The second is to be kind.

The third is to be kind.     –Leanin’ Tree magnet

 

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” Matthew 5:8 ESV

Teach Them to be Kind

“It takes so little to be kind,” said my sister Marilyn to me in a conversation. Kindness is a choice. Kind is a way of being. You ‘be’ kind like you ‘are’ love to others. Kindness is a virtue. Kindness also has a spiritual side. You will find it listed with words like integrity, love, goodness, good-will, and tender-hearted. I discovered the Longfellow poem in 1979 in a first grade beginning reader. I made a flowery bulletin board with the poem. Its words ring true. Kind hearts are the gardens, and kind thoughts are the roots.

We could change the world if everyone would put a kindness factor in place, if everyone decided to be kind to others regardless of the circumstances. Kindness is a respectful attitude that takes the time to be patient with others even when they irritate us or may not deserve it. It is cultivated in our spirit. Kindness is like a gift to the soul.

Every mother, grandmother, father, grandfather, teacher, coach, and just about anybody can act with kindness. Here’s one of my teacher stories. I’ve shared it before, but it fits with this subject. I learned a lot about loving my students that year. We did it via shared community.

The class that year was a combination 2nd/3rd split. The school hired me one month in which meant I was given the children with greater educational needs. The students as a whole were a mix of underachievers and misbehavers with others too shy to respond at all, one with selective mutism–she never said one word in class the whole year. (I saw her brother recently, and he said she’s a teacher now! Go figure.).

I was determined to bring my students up to speed. Their struggles challenged my best efforts. Classroom dynamics were such that it made it difficult to meet my educational objectives.

With great intention, I instituted several extras to help us bond as a group and grow as unit. The hyperactive student learned to self-monitor his behavior and without a word from me would move to a special desk whenever he was distracted or caused distraction. He became efficient at this without me intervening, and he liked its calming effects. He’d look over at me and smile and then take his paperwork over to the desk by my desk.

I instituted Acts of Kindness for throughout the week to be read by me on Fridays. Acts of kindness were written on slips of paper and put in a slotted box. Submissions were anonymous. They loved this and they kept the playground litter cleaned up.

I wanted every student in my class to feel good about themselves and appreciated. Some kids had drama going on at home and needed a safe place. To accomplish this, we would have to know each other better. Every morning after the flag salute, a student in our class was front and center. They were given an opportunity to talk without interruption about their interests. The children were guided through prompts from me. The silent child would nod or shake her head and smile in response to my questions. One boy shared art he had created. As a former home-schooler, he was adjusting to public school.

For Valentine’s Day I wanted my students to show appreciation for the adults who served them. Our class made thank you cards for every support staff member: Crossing guard, the cook and cafeteria workers, yard duty personnel, office workers, maintenance personnel, bus driver, and computer lab technician. I demonstrated proper etiquette. Student with student, they practiced introductions. Then we as a group delivered the cards. The children introduced themselves to the recipient, looked them in the eye, shook their hand, and then read the card out loud.

By the year’s end we as a group had grown into a community of caring individuals. We even did a chant-like performance for the retiring district superintendent. The students shined! Toward the end of the year, the most out-going child was encouraging the most reserved child. It was a delight to watch. The classroom energy blossomed into a positive atmosphere. Everyone was blessed, including me.

Kindness works that way. Kindness is universal, has no political party, encourages positive social interactions, and is other-centered. Being kind begins in the heart, is activated by the mind, is cultivated by the Spirit, and is instituted by the action. A pure heart will extend grace to others because it wants to and knows it is the right thing to do.