Just One of Those Days

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Have you ever had just one of those days? You know, the days that your alarm clock goes off at its regular time at 5:30 a.m. and you wake up at 6:20 a.m. realizing you have 10 minutes to get out the door and put the dogs up. Thankfully, your husband fed the dogs before he left. That’s why you overslept because you had two labs curled up behind your back, so blame the husband.

As your morning just begins and your seat is not even warm, you get a call from school and your child is sick, again. No, he’s really sick with fever and we KNOW they have to be fever free for 24 hours (then your husband comments, “You can run to class and get fever, good grief.”) We are already one day behind on schoolwork from the doctor’s visit, some of which your SON has NO CLUE as to what the teacher is talking about. The teacher says to be prepared to retake Chapter 15 test and your SON says, “But we are on Chapter 17.” Houston, come in Houston.

I’m finally at my desk, knowing my son is on his way home to sleep the rest of the day (instead, working on two days of homework). I do what I always do first thing in the morning; pull up the news to see what is going on – of course – Facebook. I realize it is going to be a memory day. It’s going to be a day that I haven’t cried all day in a long time. I’m lucky that my co-workers have figured out to just leave me alone. It’s just one of those days… I also realized there wasn’t much news on Facebook that I needed to read.

You know what my feed was filled with? Pray for Cassy! She was going into surgery…a young girl with cancer. Aidan was having his MRI and his tumor has doubled in size…a child with cancer. Allie Allen…Scans, checking on her cancer. Kristina Hunsucker who is battling cancer with the bravest Trey face I’ve ever seen! Katie Roper lost her father two years ago today from pancreatic cancer. Dr. Mike Lynch died of cancer in his sleep. Terri lost her brother 6 months ago today. Melisa Randle with her son in the ER with chest pains (Melisa is a friend that was with us in the ER at LeBonheur when Trey heard cancer.) I could continue. Really I could. So much hurt and pain. Sometimes I feel such a burden for their pain. I know how Trey felt even though he pretended to be brave and I could see his frustration.
Can you imagine what Christ felt?

Where is our simple? Not normal. Nothing will ever be normal again. I’m just asking for simple. God showed me this passage. “Yet I am writing you a new command; its truth is seen in HIM and you, because the DARKNESS is passing and the true light is already shining.” (1 John 2:8) I think I have forgotten that the darkness is temporary. Satan is temporary. The TRUE LIGHT (Jesus) is already shining. How do we let it shine? Simple. We have to give Jesus access in order for His light to shine through us. His truth will be seen and we will not even need to explain it. Jesus lived out the two greatest commandments. He loved God and loved His neighbor as Himself. That is what we are to do and it does not specify when the neighbors are having good times. We might have to pick and choose! If that were so, most of Collierville and the city of Memphis would not have come to our aid during a very trying time.

Love instead of hurt. I can do that. I can’t replace my hurt, but I can love more. But love sometimes has to be an action. Okay, most always an action. You know how love is an action? Prayer. Pray for those precious children with cancer and those of us who have lost our hearts and are still healing. I’m not sure love has been seen through my tears today, but that’s okay. Jesus and I have a deal about tears. “He knows my name. He knows my every thought. He sees each tear that falls, and hears me when I call.”

Already There…

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There was a time after Trey died when I heard Already There by Casting Crowns and I would immediately burst into tears with the thought that Trey is already in heaven waiting for me at the end of my life. I am a very, VERY, visual person. I could see Trey standing in heaven with his beaming smile and that big mop of hair (every hair in place, of course). But that’s all I really saw through my tears, Trey. After the song was over, I usually imagined a conversation between us and I slowly calmed myself.

There has been a lot of talk about depression since Robin Williams’ death. Just like there are functioning alcoholics, there are people who are functioning with depression. I have been functioning with depression since I was 18. I’ll never forget having my first panic attack around the age of 23 and the doctor told me in the middle of the night to get in the shower to intake the steam so I could calm down. I seriously thought I was having a heart attack. It happened again and I ended up in the hospital. After a week of scans, needles, and x-rays, my internist brought in Dr. Moacir Schnapp and he proceeded to tell me I had a chemical imbalance and was depressed. I said, “What? I’m not depressed! I’m about to get engaged, I have a great job, and I’m fine!”

Needless to say, there was a prior incident which triggered this chemical imbalance. I have been on medication since that time and realized depression runs in our family. Both of my sisters deal with depression. (Yes, I asked permission to use their names.)

Let’s fast forward 25 years. I am living life to the fullest with America’s 2.5 family, serving in my church, working hard at my job, and BAM four months later my 15-year-old son is gone from cancer (rare, at that). My sunshine. This goofy, full of life, football player.  The first thing I hear from most people is “You are so strong.” Are you kidding me? I remember yelling at a friend of mine shortly after Trey died, “My son is DEAD! He will NEVER get up out of that grave! He will NEVER walk on that football field AGAIN! Uh, Hello!” And yes, I was yelling.

I can tell you my faith sustains me during my depression, but it doesn’t get me out of the bed some days. And you know what? That’s okay because God loves me for who I am and he hears my every prayer and catches every tear. He definitely gave me the amount of grace, mercy, and strength I needed (and still need) to go through the four months of Trey’s illness. Not to mention a wonderful husband, family, and friends. In July of this year, I hit bottom and I might hit bottom again, but I hope not. I was wise enough in that moment to reach out to someone…Keith Cochran.  I truly believe it was only by the Holy Spirit that prompted me to even text Keith that turned into a phone conversation.

What has been healing for me has been to read Mary Beth Chapman’s book, Choosing to See. Mary Beth (Steven Curtis Chapman’s wife) also deals with depression and also lost a child. In this grieving process you DO have to choose to see. This morning, the song Already There came on the radio. I did start to shed tears, but as I was rounding the corner to get on the interstate, I realized the vision in my mind was not of Trey. I actually almost put on my brakes. At the end of my life was Jesus with his arms open wide. Every step (and decision) we make in this life is one more step toward the end of our life into the arms of Jesus. Finally, Trey was behind Jesus.

What or who do you put before God?

Already There by Casting Crowns

From where I’m standing

Lord it’s so hard for me to see

Where this is going

And where You’re leading me

I wish I knew how

All my fears and all my questions

Are gonna play out

In a world I can’t control

Oh, oh

When I’m lost in the mystery

To You my future is a memory

Cause You’re already there

You’re already there

Standing at the end of my life

Waiting on the other side

And You’re already there

You’re already there

Oh, oh, oh, oh

From where You’re standing

Lord, You see a grand design

That You imagined

When You breathed me into life

And all the chaos

Comes together in Your hands

Like a masterpiece

Of Your picture perfect plan

When I’m lost in the mystery

To You my future is a memory

Cause You’re already there

You’re already there

Standing at the end of my life

Waiting on the other side

And You’re already there

You’re already there

One day I’ll stand before You

And look back on the life I’ve lived

I can’t wait to enjoy the view

And see how all the pieces fit

One day I’ll stand before You

And look back on the life I’ve lived

Cause You’re already there

You’re already there

When I’m lost in the mystery

To You my future is a memory

Cause You’re already there

You’re already there

Standing at the end of my life

Waiting on the other side

And You’re already there

You’re already there

You are already there

The Yellow Polo Hat

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It’s yellow and it sits on the dining room table. His polo hat, of course. I’ve glanced at it several times the last couple of weeks wondering when he’s going to pick it up and take it upstairs. Then it comes to me, he won’t be taking it upstairs. It will stay on top of his honorary graduation diploma until I move it. It’s that way it is with most of Trey’s things. They stay where they are until I move them. Like his clothes, still in his closet.

Jay and I hated the flat-billed NY Yankees hat he bought on a mission trip with the church. I think he and Jimmy Gresham bought them together. I tempted to sneak in his bedroom at night and bend the bill of the cap like his yellow polo hat. When he knew we were going to be in public together, he grabbed the yellow polo hat.

Then there came the issue of wearing the hat backwards. If you’re are going to wear a ballcap, what’s the point of wearing it backwards? Oh, the arguments over that subject. His dad won that argument most of the time. “Turn your hat around son.” That is, of course, until he got into the church and I would see him swish it around backwards and Trey would just grin at me.

I knew the reason he worn the hat to begin with; to flatten his HAIR! Every morning after he wet his hair, on went the cap. “Because my hair won’t stick up Mom!” I had other ideas like non-frizz conditioners, but he wanted his yellow polo hat.

That yellow polo hat would trend into red, blue, orange, pink, khaki, green, all the colors of the rainbow and more. I have been able to let go of a few things, but not his hats. Well, maybe two to some special people. Maybe I’ll put the yellow polo hat next to his autographed Peyton Manning footballs because if there was a fire, I’d grab the hat first, after my wedding photos…and the dogs.

It’s the little things. They carry Trey’s smile, his smell, and for those that knew him, just a sense that he’s just around the corner. I got your hat, Buddy, but it looks better on you. You could always rock some yellow.
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Wisdom, Understanding and the #MFD~#MPD

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If you are a reader in Memphis, you will know about the upheaval being caused with the City and the Memphis Police Dept. and the Memphis Fire Dept.  Many lay people are looking for answers and understanding to what is exacting going on! I’ve seen some comments on Facebook and I have had to just strike them up to pure ignorance of not knowing the facts of the situation.  So I thought I would use my platform to inform – fact v. fiction.  After all, I do have a vested interest.  My husband has been a firefighter/paramedic for 10+ years with the City.

Since July 1, I have been studying the book of Proverbs.  The first 8 chapters have a resounding, recurrent theme.  Solomon, the writer of Proverbs, begins almost each chapter by saying “Listen to my instruction…pay attention and gain understanding…let the wise listen and add to their learning, and the discerning get guidance.”  Without understanding, there is no wisdom.

1.  Many assume that there is just an INCREASE in the health insurance premiums for the City employees.  The health insurance is two-fold.  For current employees, such as Jay, his insurance will increase by 24% by the end of the year.  Collin will remain on his plan and we are assuming he will pay the family plan rate.  I am required to get insurance with my own employer.  So we will be paying two insurance premiums for one household.  Retirees now have NO health insurance at all.  This includes widows of those who have died in the line of duty.  Now that would attract you to a job, wouldn’t it?

2.  They (City Council) have been talking for months about doing away with the employee’s pension plan.  Now remember, since Jay started more than 10 years ago, he has not been putting into Social Security.  We have no Social Security benefits.  We have a Pension.  They want to go to a 401(a), not a 401(k).  Having a pension to live on once you retire is the one thing that attracts firefighters and police to the job.  They know after putting in their service, they will have a pension to live on for retirement.

3.  The City Council has talked about taking away the employee’s death benefits.  This is of great concern to me.  Remember how the City rallied around our family when Trey was ill and after his death? I can’t imagine my husband being called to a City Council member’s house, falling through the roof, dying and I do not receive any death benefits.  Well, you say, go out and get outside insurance.  We can’t.  Jay has a pre-existing condition – cancer.  Many firefighters and police have pre-existing conditions, back problems, knees, shoulders, etc. that would make their premiums out of this world or impossible for them to gain insurance for their spouse to receive.  These men and women pick up and handle 300 pound men and women as they pull them out of burning houses for a living.  It reminds me of the Duck Dynasty episode recently where Jayce and the guys tried to be firemen for the day.  Hummm….

4.  I know so many are excited about the new projects going on around the City.  But it doesn’t make sense that we are trying to build a “greenway” for bikers to New Orleans when we can’t take care of our City employees.  There are many City projects that are either in the works or have failed.  What about the Fairgrounds?  Crosstown Building?

5.  If you REALLY want to dig deep.  Research the PILOT program.  Payment in Lieu of Taxes.  This is a program where large businesses are given tax breaks.  It is a program that is offered to businesses to retain them in Memphis and Shelby County through incentives.  One incentive is the tax benefit. Are you making up the difference to the City in taxes?  Do you know how many millions of dollars have been saved by theses companies in 2013? $42 million.  Okay, where’s that money?

Now…what if this was YOUR job?  You would be praying for wisdom and our City leaders while supporting your co-workers.  We need the support of our city.  The elected leaders will continue to run the city as they see fit, line their pockets, put your public officers at risk, all with lower pay and benefits.  They are tired of it and they are walking out.  Is it right for our city streets to go unprotected? That is a call by the individual.  But as it stands right now, if they put all these changes in place, you will have 65 year old men fighting fires because they can’t afford to retire and they will be dying on the job.

I know, be thankful for what we have.  But if your losing it, why not fight for what you were promised?

 

#prayfortheErwins (BLOG)

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It’s the beginning of a hard week. It’s the end of the second year. As Jay and I talked to our sweet psychologist Thursday, he told us as he has counseled grieving parents, you can’t put a cap on years, whether it’s one, two, three. He sometimes says four or more, especially in our public situation.

We flew Trey to St. Jude on Saturday, June 30. On Monday, June 30, Collin leaves for church camp. I’m glad he will be surrounded by his Christian friends so his mind will be occupied. As much as he tries to tell everyone he is just fine, I still believe next week will be on his mind. He is human, after all.

Speaking of being human, being human has taken over my complete being. I’ve been able to share with a dear friend whom I trust, and I know there is light at the end of this very, very dark tunnel. I just pray there isn’t a train in this tunnel somewhere. He said something very wise. He asked me, you have been so busy taking care of everyone else, making sure Collin is okay, Julianne, Jay, have you even truly grieved yourself? I had to say no.

God never promised us an easy road. He only promised that He would be with us in the valleys. I know that He is with me during this time, but sometimes, as some of my dear friends might be willing to admit, the nearness is hard to feel when you are all consumed with loneliness and sadness. I am so incredibly blessed to have my boss by my side. He also lost his son. We were talking yesterday about the differences between our grieving. He said how he tells so many people how strong I am and he hears from others how incredible I am, but he looked at me and said, “Lisa, you are not that strong.” Boy, he knows me. You just can’t lose a child and be okay. I truly believe only parents that have lost a child know what I am feeling.

We have received so many prayers over the last two years. I almost feel guilty asking for more prayers. But isn’t that we are supposed to do for each other as Christians? Lift each other up, encourage each other, hold each other accountable… I remember talking in my book about having “hang in there” friends when Trey was sick. That still applies when you are grieving. Some people can’t be around people that are grieving, and that’s fine. It takes a special friend to listen to you cry. I’ve done a lot of crying alone, but sometimes, crying alone does not do any good. People need to hear you so that you can WILL yourself to feel better.

It’s all so complex and I don’t claim to understand all that I am walking through. I finally had to cry out to Collin this week to explain to him that I missed Trey because I grew him in my belly just like I grew him in my belly and I want him back and I miss him terribly. I’m so thankful Collin listened to me as I was able to express my feelings for the first time…and it’s almost been two years. Jay is the most patient father and husband, but he grieves too, just in a different way.

I know what the word of God says. I know that Trey is in a better place. I know that Trey would not want to come back here. I know, I know, I know…but that does not stop our suffering on earth because this is not our home. I’ve never been in a valley like this and I pray you will intercede for me and ask God to lift me high above the mountains.

Jay and I will be with Trey’s friends on the 5th. They miss him as much as I do. But we will laugh and remember the days that brought us so much joy with my goofball son. And maybe release some purple balloons from the roof of the Peabody. After all, Trey was all about having friends together. I think that’s why he went to Jesus so peacefully because he was surrounded by so many that loved him and he had been at peace for so long.

My prayer is that those that have read my book know that our faith runs deep and we know that God is with us. You don’t walk through what we did and not come out the other side without Jesus holding your hand. I hope, if you have not purchased it yet, you will do so to see how God used Trey in an incredible way. We still marvel at how God brought so many things together. I still can’t eat oatmeal without thinking about him. He was “A Mighty Dragon.”

So for now, “When you don’t know what to say, just say Jesus.”

It’s VBS Time…Everywhere!

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Vacation Bible School is such an important time in the life of a child. It’s a time where they are excited to come to church because they know there will be games, cookies, stories, and they are not ashamed to invite their friends. How many of you asked Jesus into your heart at VBS? I bet many. It’s so fun to watch them as they are captivated by God’s word. And for some of the children, it is for the first time. Can you imagine? For some children, for the FIRST time!

There is a catch to VBS because it is only through the 5th grade. In the 6th grade, at most churches, at least at Germantown Baptist, you begin serving. That’s one of the many times I remember Trey beginning to serve so young. It might have just been wheeling the juice cart from room to room, but it was giving back.

Many parents have worked in VBS for years with their children in their rooms as helpers. Since I work fulltime, I have not been able to work in VBS. That has never stopped me working alongside my sons. Because of the timing of Trey’s illness, I was never able to serve with both of them at the same time on mission trips, but we did a lot of scouts together, and the BBQ Grill Ministry at GBC. My heart dropped on this last trip to Nashville as I watched Collin pull up trees. I realized he had gone from the 5th grader in VBS to a strong young man. And we were serving together.

I don’t know if it is something that Jay and I instilled in our children or a gift that God gave them. Either way, they both have (had) a heart for service. I know Collin is upset that he is missing VBS this week, but mandatory football practice has to come first.

One thing about serving WITH your children, you get to see the blessings first hand. Some kids may think you are trying to be all up in their business. I remember one trip to Panama City where Jay went as the paramedic and I was the counselor. Collin got the luxury of tagging along. It was Trey’s first high school trip. He was so afraid we were going to get into his dance space. I tried to reassure him he would be so busy he would not even see me. I’ll never forget one morning Trey coming up to me at breakfast and giving me a hug and telling me “Good morning! Where have you been?” I thought to myself, told ya so.

So don’t let your children talk you out of serving with them, whether it’s VBS, mission trips, church camps, retreats, etc. You just might be blessed more than they will be. I have memories that can never be replaced or taken away. Pictures in my mind of worship that will forever fill my heart. Memories of Trey in a closet at GBC cleaning it out (I think in 6th grade), because Keith, Ron, or Steve told him to do it. But he did it with a smile on his face! (See pic).

“Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love; give preference to one another in honor; not lagging behind in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; rejoicing in hope, persevering in tribulation, devoted to prayer, contributing to the needs of the saints, practicing hospitality.” Romans 12:9-13

Collin and Trey Serving

“A Mighty Dragon”

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Well, it’s not perfect, but it’s done. My book is finished. You can find it on Amazon and just search Trey Erwin. I’ve had a couple of days to reflect on it since it went public with the proof I’ve had. Before I hit “Publish”, I glanced through the book for any glaring errors, found one, fixed it, and resubmitted it for publishing. I didn’t read the book from cover to cover. I had already done it so many times, and so had my editor.

Then, one evening, I decided I would sit down and try to read the book from a “readers” perspective. The second page had two mistakes! I was in tears! The first two errors were obvious because of the font. Then, there wasn’t a period at the end of a sentence. Then, there was another mistake in a sentence. What was happening! Had I uploaded the wrong file? It threw me into a panic attack…and then embarrassment. I felt like a scolded puppy hiding under the bed. I felt like I let Trey down.

On the way to Collin’s graduation this morning, God spoke to me. He reminded me that the only one that was perfect on this earth was Jesus Christ and I should not be embarrassed. I had been forgiven for my many sins and mistakes. It’s by God’s mercy that He forgives our mistakes. The mistakes I made were in writing a book (for the first time, I might add) about my son for the glory of God. As long as God is glorified, I don’t care if there is a period missing, because God doesn’t. It’s just something the perfectionist in me has to get over. My prayer over the book is that God’s light will shine through Trey’s testimony.

I can tell you it wasn’t easy to write. I had resources laid out on my bed everywhere. His St. Jude medical records, my bible, his tweets that I had bound, Jesus Calling, two computers and this was usually until after midnight most nights when Jay was working. Memories flooded late at night which led to many sleepless nights. Maybe it was those late night tears that caused the mistakes!

One other thing I would like to add. Trey made mistakes. Even though the book highlights only a four-month period of his life, he was at one time a normal teenage boy WITH A MOUTH! Well, he is his mama’s child, isn’t he? In his little brother’s eyes, he has been elevated to sainthood by others and that is hard to follow. Collin knows that Trey was not perfect but he has yet to understand the full impact of life of service to the Lord. I think that comes with maturity. We are praying for maturity and understanding to develop.

So, if you get a chance to buy “A Mighty Dragon”, remember, it was written from my heart, not from experience and its purpose is to tell of Trey’s plight while bringing our Heavenly Father glory.

“A Mighty Dragon #prayfortrey The Story of Trey Erwin”