I was going to write a post about what I am currently working on, but sometimes real life gets in the way of what we plan to do. I have no “currently working on” because I am just getting back into the swing of regular life. I am “currently working on” getting over illness and grief. I’ve heard, “when it rains, it pours.” Well, I experienced that cliché in full force this past week.
My stepfather’s dad passed away on a Thursday and I was driving home to Oklahoma City by early Sunday morning. Patrick has been my stepdad since I was eight years old, and in my life since I was three. So there really is no distinction for me- I lost a grandparent. And I needed to be with my family. But I had also been sick for the previous three days and was unsure how I would make the drive. My parents offered to buy me a plane ticket but they were literally two to three times as expensive to get a last minute flight. And with all of the layovers, the flight would have taken almost as long as driving. So I decided to tough it out. I had cough drops, a roll of toilet paper for my runny nose, and a pack of Dayquil for companions in my passenger seat. I was feeling slightly better by Sunday, so the drive wasn’t going as horrible as I expected…until I had a blowout on the highway. Long story short, I got a new tire put on and made it to Oklahoma a few hours late. More importantly, at least to me, I didn’t start bawling in the middle of nowhere Kansas. I kept my cool and got it all straightened out. Thank goodness for cell phones, AAA, and data for googling tire shops. I spent some quality time with my family and prepared to travel another couple hours to the funeral. And then Patrick’s stepmother, Charlene, had a stroke. The morning of the funeral. Patrick told me he’d heard this saying “They say God won’t ever give you more than you can handle. But I really wish He didn’t think so highly of me.” We chuckled but it was definitely a true sentiment. What more would happen? I won’t go into too many details, but the day ended up being exactly what we needed. Grandpa Charles’ service was lovely, we spent a lot of time with my uncle and cousins, and we were able to see Charlene in the hospital before having to return home. I was a nervous ball of stress driving home, worried I would have another blowout or something else would happen. But I made it home safe and sound. I returned to work Friday morning and spent Saturday cleaning, doing laundry and grocery shopping.
It isn’t exactly the most exciting thing and this isn’t exactly the most creative blog post. But we wanted to be real with our readers and that’s what I’m doing. I had a really rough week. Through it all, I had my family, my friends, and my faith to sustain me. And yes, even a little creativity. I didn’t exactly have time to do much but as I packed, I threw a pad of paper and one random new pen I got for my birthday into my bag. At the hotel after the funeral, I pulled out my new pen (it has its own ink cartridge so I didn’t have to worry about dipping into ink or cleaning up a nib). I didn’t realize it was red ink, but I didn’t really care. I had these song lyrics stuck in my head all day. And writing them out helped me realize exactly how it is that we are able to handle everything that real life throws at us- whether our own illness or a loved one’s, unforeseen circumstances, or even death. The Prince of Peace comforts us. Maybe He doesn’t think highly of us at all, He just knows that if we come to Him, we can handle anything?