Finding Joy – In Tears

Beauty of Children

How do you know you are loved?

The tears have not stopped flowing from a Mother’s Day card I received today in the mail. It wasn’t a card from either of my sons, but it is a card I will treasure for a life time.

How do you know you are loved?

When a beautiful young woman tells you in heartfelt words that she has come to know and respect me as a strong, kind, and fierce woman and mother.

It was the word ‘fierce’ that got to me. That’s when the tears really began to flow. I love that she thinks I’m fierce.

How do you know you are loved?

When it isn’t your son who tells you how much you are loved but his girlfriend of four years. When she says to you, “I only hope I can grow up to be like you. You are loved so dearly by your family, and now by me as well. Happy Mother’s Day.”

… to grow up like you…

As I try to allow that to sink in, how do I stop crying?

How do you know you are loved?

mother's day card

When someone takes the time to find that special card, hand write their feelings, mail it (even with a love stamp!) so it arrives on time in the mail.

I found out someone loves me. I found immeasurable joy today.

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

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The Blogging Owl

 

The Joyful Journey is a blog series. This is the second post in the series. I will be blogging pages from my journal on where I have found joy. All blog posts will be stored in the category labeled #TheJoyfulJourney.

I hope you will join me on this expedition of finding joy. Not only finding it but sharing it with me and the followers of The Blogging Owl. Whether in posting a comment on The Blogging Owl page or email me at Hoot@TheBloggingOwl.com.

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Finding Joy – The Unexpected

As I lay here in bed at 4 a.m. Sunday morning listening to the freezing rain pelt the bedroom window. The end of the week news just like the weather in mid-April is not what I wanted to hear.

Last week started with putting Heaven’s Vineyard, our cottage in northern Michigan on the market. It was a bright sunny day, even though there was about two inches of snow on the ground. But the weather this time of year isn’t totally unexpected in northern Michigan and neither was putting our cottage up for sale. Our sons are grown and away at college. Vinny Sal and I are looking to enjoy life daily and not just on weekends with a three and half hour car ride with two pups in the backseat. We had plans with the proceeds from the sale of our cottage.

(an excerpt from my prayer journal 4/9)

joy is found
never can be sold
memories

Last Monday was my birthday. It was pleasant enough and I had taken the day off work to enjoy peace and quiet. The day was gray, dank and snowing but still relaxing with a delightful book in hand for a future book review for this blog. It is how anyone who knows me would expect me to enjoy my birthday.

(an excerpt from my prayer journal 4/10)

the sun shines
on the day after
my birthday

I found joy today in the office. Yes! The office! Because I work with fantastic people who decorated my little cubicle, a birthday card signed by all, and beautiful, delicious cake.

Last Wednesday was my first day at physical therapy. It was all around a difficult day in mind, body and spirit. More theory than answers to the diagnosis. It wasn’t unexpected and neither was my friend’s response.

(an excerpt from my prayer journal on 4/11)

You know where I found joy today?

I thought it was just the robin belting out a song this morning amid a slight snow shower in spring. Joy could have stopped right there but at the end of a long, difficult day there was more joy to be found.

Some days are difficult to get through for whatever reason. But I found joy today in a friendship I have had less than two years. She is in a ‘class’ of strong women in my life that know and when I need an encouraging word and sometimes when I need to be talked off the ledge, so to speak. We all need those types of friends and I am grateful for her today. And sometimes these friends don’t even know the joy they bring… but now they do… I at least I hope they do.

Last Thursday the last line in my prayer journal before heading out to the office was this:

(an excerpt from my prayer journal 4/12)

“Where will I find joy today?”

At lunch time, I took a short walk outside and in my prayer journal I wrote, “JOY! 69 degrees, balmy breeze and sunshine!”

In Michigan, the weather can be 69 degrees midday and by nightfall a blizzard. The drastic change in weather seemingly in hours is to be expected.

At 4 p.m. the unexpected did happen. As everyone at the office huddled into the conference training room, the company announced it would be ceasing operations nationally and we all had a job and a paycheck for at least the next 60 days.
I went through a similar scenario in the summer of 2009. While still shocking I did not shed a tear. I did not feel a sense of overwhelming panic like I did that July 9 years ago. What I did feel as I looked around the room at many faces of varying degrees of age and looks of disbelief was sorrow. I deeply understood the internal wave of panic, the many questions without answers, and the sense of failure although unwarranted by either company or individual.

Friday, the 13th. Where would joy be found?

Friday was the second day of physical therapy and no less daunting and exasperating.

(excerpts from my prayer journal 4/13 throughout the day)

It’s Friday the 13th. Many people find this to be a “bad” or an “unlucky” day. But for those who intentionally look for joy will find it even on today.”

no love lost
wishing time away
melting snow

Yes, it is Friday the 13th and then this happens… It is not the birthday present I had hoped for this week, but there is still JOY to be found in all the wonderful people I have met here. They are the BEST people I have been associated with in my career.

Then Saturday, time to think (and write)

(excerpt from my prayer journal 4/14)

There is joy today in the soothing sound of a steady albeit a cold rain. Spring will arrive eventually as well as the joy in mind, body and spirit. Joy always seems its’ purest when radiating from a bright yellow sun against the bluest hue of a cloudless sky. Yesterday is done. Today is beginning and tomorrow holds the joy of opportunity.

Where there is joy there is hope. And where there is hope, we thrive.

Back to today, Sunday, the start of a new week

As I continue to lay here like lead in the waning night time hours writhing in bodily pain with still unanswered questions of my own future, I know this one thing. In mind, body and spirit, I will find joy in each day.

Every day is like the weather in Michigan. The unexpected will happen. But there is joy to be found. I remember many years ago when I was going through my own job loss panic, one of my colleagues said to me, “Do you have your family?” Yes, replied. “Is everyone healthy?” Yes, I replied. “Then you have everything you need.”

I have a God and a family who loves me. I’m not dead. I’m alive. Yes, I have everything I  need for mind, body and spirit.

As for my colleagues who are my friends, I am reminded of Psalms 27:17:

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.”
Darkest Hour

 

I’ll write the question again. Why is joy so important?

Where there is joy there is hope.
Where there is hope, we thrive.
When we thrive, others thrive.

Peace,

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The Blogging Owl

 

The Joyful Journey is a blog series. This is the second post in the series. I will be blogging pages from my journal on where I have found joy. All blog posts will be stored in the category labeled #TheJoyfulJourney.

I hope you will join me on this expedition of finding joy. Not only finding it but sharing it with me and the followers of The Blogging Owl. Whether in posting a comment on The Blogging Owl page or have a guest blog spot on The Blogging Owl (email me at Hoot@TheBloggingOwl.com).

P.S. I will be back to posting book reviews and other stories of the nest soon!

 

Lent – In My Opinion, Part 2

In my quest for the next 40 days and beyond, I am trying to keep my unsolicited opinions to myself. Opinions that do not promote thoughtful discussion and often no one cares to know anyway.

After the Valentine’s school massacre this past week, I know I am on the right track in my Lenten pursuit. So many opinions and so much bullying on posts across social media, even from our tone deaf presidential administration, political parties and security officers has set the stage for another tug-of-war on gun ownership and the rights to bear arms.

Ummm, there I go again with an opinionated adjective…. tone deaf.

Noise

It is difficult to draw my hands away from the keyboard because we must have discussions and trade ideas “opinions” that may just help save the next massacre from happening. Yet post after post, interview after interview, and yes, even, silence, from our government leadership says a lot about our inability to communicate with one another on this topic and so many others.

I have been silent because I don’t want to be part of the ‘noise.’ (Unless, of course, you count this blog post.)

Name Calling and Bullying

All we do is talk, and talk, and talk. But all that happens when we continue to talk over one another is we become tone deaf too. We do not listen to one another. Instead of maybe accepting another person’s point of view as legitimate or at least giving them the opportunity to be understood, we entrench ourselves in our opinions often resulting in  name calling or bullying those who oppose us.

I’m guilty not on any media but I am in my head… or worse, in my heart.

Hearts and Rainbows

Some people stay away from social media. Others post hearts and rainbows as though inspirational memes might cause another to pause and reflect. And maybe the silence and spreading the love will work, or does it really mean we are figuratively throwing our hands up in the air and exclaiming, “I give up!”

Not an opinion. Just an observation.

Silently

Who is watching us?

Who is listening to us?

Who is reading what we write?

Our children and young people.

Unless I “see something, say something”  that may just save a life or protect the vulnerable, I will continue to pray that through Lent and beyond that I can become a more thoughtful and respectful person in mind, body, and spirit.

Authentic Self