Wow . . . I know it has been too long. I have been putting all of this off I guess. Somehow it seems easier to pretend that everything is fine if you don't put it all in writing . . . and I have debated just not including the blogging world in any of it, simply because I think, what difference does it make if people that I don't see all that often know all of this stuff? But it feels a bit too much like living a lie. And (in case you didn't notice) I don't know what to write about (hence the lack of posts!) because there is just not a lot of ways to sugar coat the truth. I'm not really looking for sympathy as much as I am just seeking to be more authentic-- and maybe if I get this off my chest I can get back to "fun" blogging a bit more!
Our move to Colorado the summer of 2008 was a surprise to me. I thought we would be in Pinedale at least a while longer. It felt a bit sudden, but the confirmation of the Spirit was unmistakable that we were to move. I don't know how much Burke knew at that time about the state of the company he worked for--as the summer progressed and we prepared to move it became clear they were in deep water financially. But the move to Colorado was supposed to fix that so we weren't too worried. In fact we bought another house in Colorado even though our home in Wyoming hadn't sold yet! These decisions were made thoughtfully with fasting and prayer. We felt we were being led--and I know that we were. It was tough-- that not knowing how things were going to shake out and still seeking to press forward with faith. I felt so much peace and calm in my heart about this though. Things with Burke's company didn't get better once we had moved-- though I was oblivious to this for several weeks. By the middle of November we had failed to receive three consecutive paychecks-- and I was starting to worry. By the end of December the job was gone and we were left without being paid since mid October. We were in way over our heads. We were drowning in debt and had no income.
We were blessed there weren't many days Burke stayed home-- it kept us sane to have him doing something even if it wasn't even close to "enough" income. I considered heavily going to work, but found that the cost of child care was astronomical and let's face it, I just really didn't want to have to leave my babies anyway. Besides that I had a secret-- that I couldn't tell anybody--especially not Burke when he was facing so much pressure. My health was deteriorating rapidly. I made a lot of excuses. I had two little kids and often was up in the night. That was why I was so exhausted all the time. My hair was falling out like crazy. I blamed my birth control. I was achy and sore all the time. I was finding it increasingly difficult to lift my children or hold them for very long. Again, I blamed my birth control. Some days I just barely got off the couch-- just to change diapers and feed the kids. I saved all of my energy for the end of the day an hour or two before Burke would be home and I would get up and dress myself, clean the house and make dinner-- I just couldn't let him see how bad I was feeling physically. I was lying to myself, but I couldn't face it-- I didn't want to be sick and I didn't have time to be sick. Besides I was "pulling it off"-- no one really knew. This went on for several months. Finally in the early summer (2009) I told Burke (turns out I wasn't hiding it as well as I thought-- ha!) and I committed to have something done about it. It still took me a few months to work up the courage to face it really. And it took from July to February of this year before we really knew that I have lupus. Through the last year we have continued to struggle financially and we are continuing to make good progress there, though we still have a ways to go. Our Pinedale home was foreclosed on last fall-- I cried for weeks. Just before Christmas we decided it was time to sell our home in Colorado. We had a 50% income reduction since we had qualified for the home and it was just too much stress each month juggling our expenses. So we moved last month into a little rental home around the corner from our old home. And let me tell you how happy it has made me :) Nothing feels as good as having expenses you can meet each month!
Everyone has challenges. No ones are the same. My challenges are for me and yours are for you. To compare whose might be "worse" is unfair to ourselves and those around us. My problems are just as big to me as yours are to you. They are not less significant than yours, they are not more significant than yours. God loves each of His precious children, and He mercifully and graciously allows us to be challenged and tried in the way(s) that will bless us for our highest good. It doesn't always feel merciful and kind without the benefit of having the entire picture in front of us-- so that is why we have to find a way to continue to trust Him. To allow Him to comfort us when things don't turn out the way we had prayed for and hoped for and thought we would qualify for. I can't say there haven't been days when I have deeply wrestled with questions of "Why" and wondering about God's plan for me. And you know I guess that is just part of life-- the unfolding of how things turn out for better or for worse. We don't know! The one thing I have come to know is that change is certain. Things WILL change. Sometimes the changes will feel good and be happily welcomed. And sometimes they won't feel so good and will cause us pain as well as an opportunity to reflect on just what it is that we
really believe.
I am learning more and more about the Atonement of Christ and how that offering is a gift to heal ALL things that are broken in our lives. There is nothing exempt. I am thankful for that gift to strengthen and bless me and help me improve each day. I am thankful for the gift of the Spirit to comfort and sustain, and for the tender mercies I can see each day. It blesses me so much to look for the hand of the Lord in my life each day. I know He is real, He loves me, and He knows my name.