From my last post, one can read about the good times my family and I had while being all together for the first time in over a year. It was a phenomenal way to kick off the new year and I wish it could have lasted longer!
Over the week, however, I really struggled with the battles waging in my mind. I know–you will tell me something like, “Mel, you are beautiful. Don’t believe the lies that say otherwise,”–but right at the start, looking around at my beautiful family talking and laughing over our Spaghetti Warehouse dinner..I just wanted to burst into tears. I felt different, distant than everyone else. It was only the beginning of my “happy face” week.
I think in part it is frustration at my current hand condition. As the numbness increases, so does the weakness and curling of my fingers. Tasks that should be fast, are now taking me longer or requiring help. One that is most frustrating of all is putting in my hearing aid. Some days I just can’t, so I either go without it (which I do okay in lip-reading) or someone else puts it in for me. It was putting in my hearing aid before our late lunch on Sunday that caused me to get so frustrated that once I finally got it placed in my ear, I looked in the mirror and told myself, “Just put on your happy face.”
I know–I can be honest with my family and should not hide emotions, but I get tired of it being about my health. I feel my conversations with people are most often about my health (if they ask about it) or books, coffee, or small talk such as this. My first engaging conversation I have had in a long time was when we came home from the Creation Museum the Friday before and we started discussing Darwin, natural selection, and evolution. Don’t get me wrong, the car ride to the museum had us in conversation of memories–hilarious–but memories are different than deep questions (if you get what I mean.) Back to Sunday, the battling of emotions and lies in my head did not fool my sister, Marcia, as I came back into the kitchen.
She asked what I what I wanted to drink and I snapped, “Water,” then headed to Mom’s bathroom to see if she had a hair clip. Not being able to do my hair anymore was also bugging me. Next thing I know, I am a sobbing mess and Marcia finds me like this–anything but happy. Ironic, just releasing those anger and frustration thoughts helped me release the tight emotions. Marcia said that we are family–I don’t have to put on a happy face for them. Easier said than done when you battle “burden” thoughts for over ten years. Mom found us and helped me put up my hair. The evening turned out to be one of great memories and laughs. With a true happy face.
Not even a day later, I find myself in the worst possible situation I have ever had physically. It’s not G-rated and I don’t wish to discuss it…but let’s just say that night I was sick, and I mean literally sick. It was awful. I have never felt so humiliated even though I was at home just with family. Without asking questions, Marcia and Mom set out to assist me, as once again, I am a sobbing mess. I even said, “This is when I hate my body.” And I meant it. While helping me, and cleaning up at the same time, I am not sure how the conversation flow happened, but I remember Marcia looking up and saying, “Because you’re family and we love you.”
Holley Gerth–author, speaker, fellow blogger–wrote a post, “What’s your one word for 2014?” It was sent to my inbox the morning of the humiliating incident evening. I read it, but I did not start to think serious about something like this until a few days later. I have never claimed a life verse or a yearly word. I know others who have, but especially a yearly word–seemed like a resolution to me and I never meet my resolutions, thus, I don’t make them at the beginning of the year. I just used that as my excuse, I suppose. Maybe it was something about Marcia’s comment that caused me to see different.
My health is something that affects much greater than myself. For my family, I can’t grasp the depth of their sacrifices on my part due to health or what it means for all of us in the future. But what I saw the night of my most vulnerable physical state was Love. It was sacrifice. It was pure. We say the word “love” all the time, about anything, but are we really giving ourselves away in the process? In thinking of Holley’s question, I found myself trying to find the “perfect” word for my year of 2014. It didn’t take me long to oust the perfection part and just gather a word. I thought of many but found myself returning to this: there is only one perfect Love and through my sister and Mom’s actions, I saw Jesus.
That is Love.
What is my one word for 2014?
Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.
~I John 3:18
11 responses to “My One Word for 2014”
Oh, Mel! This so touched my heart! I hope you KNOW without a doubt that your Heavenly Father knows your needs and has provided your family and friends to be His hands and feet! You count me in there, too, somewhere 🙂 We’ve got your back 🙂
Thanks Tracy. I do appreciate your family watching out for me when we get together (which needs to be again soon!) 🙂
Your blog today reminded me of the non-fiction book written by Debbie Macomber: One Perfect Word. I read it last year and highly recommend it!
Hello Aunt Tanis! I looked up this book you recommended and it is available at the library in town. I have it on my “checkout” list with a few others. I’ll let you know when I read it. 🙂
I agree with you Tracy. Your family is an extension of our Lord and you dear Melinda are a precious gift to your family and to all of your friends. Just like we hope there are others praying for us as we go through difficulties, we are praying for you. God has placed you in our hearts.
Thanks Liz. Rereading your comment just made me think of something about prayer… so often I just pray for people’s needs and their requests. But I can say thank you prayers for the many people who pray for me. 🙂 What a thought!
We do love you, Melinda! Thanks so much for your honesty in these blogs. This was so very touching to read. I am so glad God gave you the amazing family that you have been blessed with, but please remember that YOU also bless them (and all of us) in ways you will probably never know. We all do love you so much! Hugs!
The lies I hear are most often the opposite of “being am blessing to my family.” You’re right–I don’t think we’ll know here on earth how our lives can affect someone else. I think there is beauty in that. 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing your heart! You are precious dear friend! I’m praying for you and your family. I’m now thinking and praying about my 2014 word! You always challenge me Melinda! I love you sweet friend!
I am excited to hear if you find yourself a word! Thank you for being my friend. 🙂 I hope our coffee/Skype chat works, because I can’t wait to “see” you!
My dear sweet sister… you are loved, yes you are, more than words can say! I’m thankful to have read this and realized that perhaps I am guilty of simply talking about superficial things when what might be helpful at times is to sit down and Skype with you about deeper topics – let’s try it one of these days!! So fun!!! You pick the topic of course;D XOXO, Megs