What is With This Generation!

Okay, calm down. I’m not attacking the generation.  This is just my opinion and observation.  Agree or disagree, it’s just an observation.

I work in a profession where communication is the utmost key.  You cannot walk into a courtroom and not be expected to be able to effectively communicate with a judge, jury, or opposing counsel – much less your clients and co-workers.

It has come to my attention that even the younger generation of lawyers have need for communication and writing skills.  What has happened in the last 20 years?

I can tell you! THE CELL PHONE! THE IPAD! ANY FORM OF ELECTRONIC DEVICE! Even email is a culprit!

Prime example –

I was in the car with my son and we had the radio station on the 80’s.  He wasn’t impressed.  A song by Culture Club came on and I said, “I bet you don’t know who the lead singer is of this band!” As Collin continued to stare at his phone, he grunted, “No, why should I.” I laughed and said, “I was YOUR age! And it’s Boy George!” No response.

It took me back to a time that we did not have cell phones to stare into.  When we started college, we took tape recorders to class IF we wanted notes to take home. And, most of all, when we wanted to talk to people, we called them from our LANDLINE! Wait, who has a landline anymore?

What my main concern is are we teaching our young people to communicate with our older generation?  Here is what my husband was taught and passed on to our sons.

  1. ALWAYS take your hat off when you come inside a building (including restaurants, classrooms, and churches).
  2. When you meet/greet someone, look them in the eye and shake their hand.  This ALSO goes for women.
  3. When speaking, speak loud enough for the other person to hear you so that they do not have to ask what you said multiple times.
  4. Last, but NOT least, by all means, stand when someone greets to introduce themselves.

Somehow, I think these simple rules have been lost in the technological world of communication.  I feel like I am back peddling in teaching these rules at this point, but it does not hurt to remind our youth good communication manners.

I’d also like to ask another poignant question.  Have your own personal friendships suffered due to technology? I know mine has.  Should Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter, texting, all the “stories” be our main form of communication?  I’ll leave it there.

So graduates, go into the world BOLDLY! You do not know WHOSE hand you may shake that has had an impact in history of this great country and might impact your life as well.

Oh, and I’m not telling you when I graduated.

Ready to hug and shake hands!


Cancer Visits Again

He said, “Sissy, I think my cancer is back.”

I replied, “I know.”

That is where we began approximately two plus weeks ago with the small lesion on his neck.  Just the two of us.  Husband and wife, ready to fight again.  Jay did not hesitate and he picked up the phone and called West Clinic.  The nurse told him that if she did not get him in that week to see Dr. Tauer to begin retaking his chemo pill that he took last year.  She called back and said he wants to see you Wednesday (March 28).  It took everything I had not to go with Jay, but there are some things Jay likes to do on his own.

I immediately felt alone because this is how satan wanted me to feel.  I decided to reach out to a few of my friends that I knew would pray immediately for us, who have walked this cancer path, and would support my abnormal feelings.  What I received were words of encouragement, obvious questions, and the ultimate reminder that God is in all things no matter what the circumstances may be at the time.

On Monday, April 2, Jay had scans on his abdomen, chest, and neck.  Dr. Fleming also did a biopsy of his neck and removed a mole from just below the biopsy on his neck and a mole on his shoulder.  Normally, visits at West are an all-day occurrence, but Jay was glad to be done by 10:30 a.m.  It’s amazing how West Clinic is such a well-oiled machine.  There are days that you can wait to see a doctor for hours, but the quality of care that you receive cannot compare to anything we have in Memphis.

Wednesday, April 4, the nurse practitioner called Jay late in the afternoon.  When he called me, I heard it in his voice.  It was the tone in his voice that made me want to sit down.  The cancer in his neck has returned as basal cell.  Both of the moles removed are malignant melanoma.  All the nurse could tell him is that they were planning on surgery and they would see him next Monday (April 9).  I felt like a balloon that slowly was leaking air.

I remembered that on Thursday, we were scheduled to go to West Clinic to film short messages for their upcoming West Fight On Campaign.  I knew Jay would not be “gung ho” about doing this, but I explained to him, this is exactly WHY we need to do this, because I am fighting for YOU.

As I pondered what my short message would be for the West Fight On filming, God began to remind me that HE himself is who is fighting for me…for Jay…for Collin…and for you.

“Do not fear them, for the Lord your God is the one fighting for you.” Deut. 3:22

The Lord will fight for you while you keep silent.” Exodus 14:14

In addition, my favorite…

“He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power.  Though youths grow weary and tired, and vigorous young men stumble badly, yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary.” Isaiah 40:29-31

Collin has been trying to decide on his next tattoo (he has Trey’s birthday and Trey’s signature on his thigh).  He has said that he wants either Philippians 4:13 or Isaiah 40:31.  I have quizzed him about both of these scriptures to make sure he knows them by heart and what they mean to him.  As I was turning to Isaiah last week, I realized in 2010 (when he was 10), I had traced his hand print over Isaiah 40:31 in my bible.  I shared this with him. I pray that this makes a lasting impression on what I have prayed for him for more than eight years.  He also is fighting a battle.

We all fight battles and many outside our own bubble do not know what is going on inside our households.  God DOES hold that key.  I truly believe that.  When I began one of my West messages and had to speak the words that I fight for THREE GENERATIONS that has been touched by cancer, it did not just roll off my tongue.  There were several takes because it was stuck in my throat.  The thought that the Erwin family has fought (and unfortunately lost to) cancer for over 25 years is overwhelming.  There has been ONE constant in our lives.  God has never, ever left us.  He has never forsaken me.  Have things been rough? Have I cried out to God for answers? Of course I have.  He is my Father and He is the one who gives the answers.  Right now, Jay and I do not know the answers, but we know we have each other and a faithful Father.

Jay and I will see the surgeon on Monday.  We know they have a plan for him.  We do not know if it includes radiation, radiation and chemo, or just chemo.  I do know several things.  I WILL continue to FIGHT for my family.  I WILL continue to lean on my Father for strength for my family and myself. There might be days that I will not get out of bed, and that is okay.  I might even miss church.  Nevertheless, MY God will never leave the Erwin family.

You might ask how do you do it.  Because we STILL count it all JOY! Yes, we do! Because I remember one year ago today, God showed himself in Trey’s body. He continues to show Himself through Trey and many others.  So if you are facing a trial of ANY kind, remember:

  1. Fight! Moreover, He will fight with you.
  2. Count it all JOY!
  3. Give HIM glory in ALL things!

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you KNOW the testing of your faith produces perseverance.” James 1:2-3


Carebridge Trey

The Walkways (Blog)

It hit me. Like the blustery, cold wind outside and a heavy weight on my chest, so unexpectedly as I pulled into the parking lot.  “It’s just a parking lot,” I told myself.  But my car instinctively knew where to drive and where to park.

The walkway was long to the Faith building.  I felt as if I was going in slow motion even though I willed my feet to move faster.  I watched as people in the their bundled coats whirled by me, but all I could do was glide.

One by one the memories came and haunted with voices swirling in my head.  “Mom, watch out!” The thoughts of endless touch football games in the open field that was filled with small pot holes made me smile.  I was always afraid of broken ankles from that area.

As I looked to my right there was a tree.  It took my breath.  Over the passing of time, the tree has grown from a twig to be an adult tree, thriving and surviving.  No longer in harm’s way of being stepped on by the barrage of children during Pumpkin Parties and a blow up bungee cord run.

“Hey Mom, look up!” I hear Trey’s voice coming from a place I KNOW he probably should not be.  Just that one time when your child finds his way up the stairwell onto the roof…with youth leaders.  And of course, he informs me later that he goes up there all the time. (WHAT?)  Why did God give him a super hero mentality? Was that part of his faith? He sure couldn’t fly, although he tried, many times and failed (bike, trampoline, pools, home plate, etc.).

As I continued to walk, I came upon the split in the walkway that leads to another door.  My heart sank a little lower as I knew this very short walkway was always filled with teens on sunny evenings looking for something to do after the service.  There was always a heavy debate whose car would be taken, whether they would go to Bacon’s house to swim, and sometimes just sitting (or jumping – don’t ask) on the hood of their cars for hours was enough.  Those were the days that hanging in the church parking lot by the walkway was “cool.”

By the time I reached the door, I told myself, “Lisa, you could have parked on the other side and walked around.” Collin was at basketball and I knew I could have walked up another familiar walkway.

I bet you’ve never thought about the different walkways as you enter a building.  Then my heart skipped a beat thinking that the other way around the church would have probably brought me to my knees.  As you enter the doors by the Cafe, look to your left.  There is a small garden of rocks.  Many of you might not know the story of the rocks in that quaint area.

At DNOW in 2012, the leaders turned the Faith building into a mock funeral home.  There was a casket, funeral directors, and even Cindy Few standing next to the casket singing your favorite hymns.  The kids did not know what was in store for them as they would enter the room in a single-file line to walk by this casket.  They were instructed to peer into the casket.  What they would see was a mirror giving them a reflection of themselves.  Afterwards, they had time to think about their reflection, the sin in their life, and the analogy of how we can bury our sins through Christ.

The casket was taken outside and the students gathered around a large hole in the ground.  It was such a chilly evening and the students were snuggled in close.  After Keith Cochran spoke, several of the students were given the opportunity to shovel dirt on the casket.  I distinctly remember Trey trying to pick up the shovel and throw the dirt on on the casket.  The shovel slid on the ground as the dirt fell off the shovel onto the casket.  The students were then escorted back inside for a “resurrection” party to celebrate their sins being buried…where the rocks still remain.

Since January, Jay and I have been visiting our home church, Germantown Baptist.  For me, even though the walk into the building has been hard, it has felt like home.  For Jay, as he told me, visiting has been difficult and he waits each time as he has walked into the building for Trey to come around the corner.  My heart and soul aches with understanding.  But there is something there that gives me peace.

Last Sunday, Jay and I walked into the church from a different walkway.  We entered the building through the main entrance.  As we walked up the walkway, I prayed, “Dear God, please do not let us linger here if it is not your will.  Please guide us in the direction you would have us go.”  It was not a magical or audacious prayer, just a simple plea.

Pastor Charles preached about storms and I believe it was anointed by God!  He preached from Mark 4:35-41.

Jesus Calms the Storm

35 As evening came, Jesus said to his disciples, “Let’s cross to the other side of the lake.” 36 So they took Jesus in the boat and started out, leaving the crowds behind (although other boats followed). 37 But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat, and it began to fill with water.

38 Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting, “Teacher, don’t you care that we’re going to drown?”

39 When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Silence! Be still!” Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. 40 Then he asked them, “Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?”

41 The disciples were absolutely terrified. “Who is this man?” they asked each other. “Even the wind and waves obey him!”

We always think when walking through the storms that God is not there and that He is not able to handle what we are facing.  I remember thinking when Trey got sick, “What have I done!” Pastor Charles was quick to point out that when storms come into our lives, we can fall into a trap of thinking that these storms are a punishment from God.  Pastor Charles reminded me that we can be right in the middle of God’s will, doing exactly what He wants us to do, and the fieriest storms will come.  Just as the Jesus was with the disciples in the boat and they were doing as He instructed.

“Sometimes, those storms will come when we are doing exactly what Jesus told us to do.” Charles Fowler.

Storms that tests us produce a crisis of faith.  (Sounds like James 1:2-3 to me!) Does God have the the power to deal with my storm and will He?  How many times I have asked myself that question and pleaded with Him to take it away from me and our family.  I can honestly say sometimes I feel like PigPen from Charlie Brown who carries a cloud of dirt wherever he goes, his own little storm.

I relate to the disciples asking Jesus in verse 38 if He cared if they were drowning.  I’ve often wondered that in my crisis of faith.  Do we sink or swim? Where are my swimmies!! The answer was simple when Pastor Charles said, “Do you believe that Jesus can speak peace in the midst of your storms?”  He can handle our storms, He hears our cries, He knows each fear before we face it, and most of all, He knows our hearts! NO ONE knows our heart like God.

After the service, Jay and I went to talk to Ben Cowell, the youth pastor, about many things in the Erwin home.  He gave us such sound advice and prayed over us as if the rafters were reverberating.  After a stern talk covered in love, Ben began to walk backwards and pointed at us and said, “Welcome home.”

Jay and I walked to the car and did not say anything as the cold wind hit us.  “Click, click,” went the seat belts.  Jay said, “Do whatever you’ve got to do for us to re-join the church.”  I said, “Are you sure?”  He said, “Are you sure?” I responded, “Yes! My prayer has been answered!”

Wednesday night as I walked the walkway to the Faith building again, I noticed the uneven sidewalk and the cracks in the concrete and I smiled.  I remember holding two little hands walking up that sidewalk when the building was first built.  There will always be memories of my boys, crisis in my faith, and times that I just can’t walk up that walkway.  But there is one phrase that offers the most peace in my life. When I reach heaven, I will see MY Jesus with MY boy with seats next to him and they will say…

Welcome Home.

Mercy and Grace Collide!

There has been one common theme I have gathered on social media the last few days.  Many people were very glad to see 2017 go.  As I read and read, I pondered the state of our society and just why people think 2018 will be any different than 2017.  For some, many things were out of their control, i.e. deaths, accidents, illnesses, job changes.  For others, I wonder about the heart.  Will 2018 make a difference if there is a heart change?

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. “But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matt. 6:19-21

The Erwin family certain had its ups and downs as I tried MY BEST to “be still and know that He is God.”  In every situation, I questioned God’s mercy as He delivered us over and over again.  I deserved His judgment so many times, yet He was faithful and merciful even when I didn’t see it in front of my face.

There was still anger in merciful deliverance.  Hummm…have you been there?

He also TAUGHT me how to use His mercy in my own family.  So many times I cried out to God begging for mercy with Jay’s cancer as I watched him suffer earlier in the year with the side effects from the drug he was taking.  It caused horrible body cramps that would land him in the floor and there would not be anything I could do but wait until the cramps passed.  Thankfully, we believe the drug did enough of its job and Jay does not have to take it anymore.  Wait, is that grace? And I was begging for mercy.  Grace is when God gives us good things that we do not deserve and could never earn.  I could never earn the bountiful blessing he gave to Jay of healing.

I’ve spent years praying for Collin and I continue. Raising children is not for the faint of heart, and they can break our heart. It’s like puppies when they know they have done wrong, our children do too.  They don’t want to hurt us, .  This summer, only through prayer, grace, and mercy did I watch my son turn a tragedy into a triumph to where I have never been more proud of who he is…not perfect, but my son.  He worked to graduate one semester early and is a graduate of Collierville High School and heading into the Tennessee College of Applied Technology this semester. Grace has a purpose and every day we live as an act of God’s mercy.  For four years, Collin saw mercy and grace in someone daily at CHS who guided him and loved him.  Without Kristy Krotzer, Collin’s life would be so different.  OUR life would be so different.  I walked in her office one day and there was this picture of a kid on her bulletin board.  My Collin.  Collin keeps reminding me how to extend grace and mercy.  Isn’t that what children are for?

I have been battling my health for months and my battle is not done.  If there has been an emotion to go through, I’ve gone through it.  But we are close! Mayo Clinic did what they were supposed to do, but I came home still stick and not able to eat.  I talked to Mayo and they told me to see my doctor in Memphis.  I saw Dr. Farooq and he told me there is a possibility I have what is called Median Acurate Ligament Syndrome or Dunbar Syndrome (nurses will know what this is).  As I sat crying in his office, totally exhausted of all emotions at that point, he took the time to show me on the computer a model work up of the Celiac Artery and Ligament.  This artery provides the oxygenated blood flow to the abdomen and its organs.  If this artery is blocked or the ligament it kinked, this will cause EVERY symptom I have been experiencing.  So I am waiting to have an angiogram to find the blockage, possibly schedule surgery with a vascular surgeon, and hopefully get back to a normal life.

Have I questioned God? YOU BETCHA! I’ve searched scriptures, and even began visiting our home church, Germantown Baptist.  God continues to lead me back to the same scripture that I have around my house:

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.” James 1:2-3

That scripture is a direct promise of mercy and grace.  I think mercy and grace are best shown in salvation that is available through Jesus Christ.  We deserve judgment, but if we receive Christ as Savior, we receive mercy from God as we are delivered from judgment.  Just as with the scripture above, if I face my adversity with joy and glorify God, the testing of my faith will not seem as hard.  I know, I’ve experienced it!  What GRACE!

Because of the mercy and grace we receive, we are able to bypass judgment and spend eternity with Jesus.  Can we start 2018 with joy knowing that we will one day be with Him because our sins are forgiven?

“Let is then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” Hebrews 4:16

There is a Facebook status that is going around where you ask the following:

“Leave a positive word I can carry into 2018 that starts with the 1st letter of your name. It can only be 1 word. Then copy this to your wall so I can leave a word for you. Happy, healthy, and prosperous New year to my wonderful fb family!”

I fell for it because my love language is Words of Affirmation.  I share this because so many are searching for “words” to define their year and to help their resolutions.  I did that last year.  But what if we were this way EACH DAY?  I looked at each word and I thought, this is what a Christian is called to be! THIS needs to go on my prayer wall for encouragement! So as Mercy and Grace collide there will be forgiveness, kindness, loyalty, joy, strength, courage, warmth, compassion, passion, hope, laughter, blessings, but most of all, salvation.

Do you know who has all of those attributes?  I think in 2018, instead of a word, I will strive to be more like my Savior who has shown me more mercy and grace that I have ever deserved.  Has it been easy? Absolutely not.  But I look forward to the day that I can stand before my Savior and He will be able to say to me, “Well done thy good and faithful servant”.

May you search your heart for the same mercy and grace.

Pass me the Mayo, Please

As most of you know, I have been at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota.  This began over 2 months ago when I began to feel sick, not being able to eat, nauseated, and began dropping weight – presenting as my gastroparesis does.  I went to see my doctor at GastroOne (Dr. Farees Farooq), who I have the utmost trust.  We both thought that my gastroparesis was acting up and he did what any doctor would do, treat the symptoms and took some blood.  I explained about the pain on my right side and asked him if he thought it could be my pancreas.  He said he didn’t think so.

So we went forward for two weeks treating my symptoms and I had lost over 10 pounds.  So I called him and told him I was not getting better, only worse.  He asked me to come in immediately and we scheduled an endoscopy because he was afraid there was a gallstone lodged in my bile duct years after my gallbladder had been removed.  Before surgery was when he realized my pancreatic enzymes were elevated and he planned on looking at my pancreas.

Once my endoscopy was done, everything looked fine EXCEPT my pylorus muscle which is usually open to allow your food to pass into your digestive system.  Mine was almost closed.  He opened it with a balloon to 8 mm.  He said if he opened it any wider, he would take a risk of pain for me and putting a hole in my stomach.  We hoped this would do the job.

Still, a week later, I returned to him to talk about these results and he wanted to take more blood work to see if my elevated pancreatic enzymes were a fluke.  It was not a fluke and they were still elevated.  After conferring with another doctor at GastroOne, they recommended that I come to Mayo to have several tests that are more invasive with more expertise than in Memphis.  Next thing I know, I get call on Monday and my first appointment was on Thursday (of last week).

My mother-in-law, Cecelia, and I caught a flight Wednesday to Rochester and I had my first appointment on Thursday.  I learned so much information in just my first appointment.  He told me I had pylorus stenosis, just by reading my records.  It is a condition where the opening between the stomach and the small intestine thickens usually by scar tissue.  I don’t know why did he not think my pancreas had anything to do with what I as going through, but they did want to check it. Big revelation for me, you cannot have gastroparesis and pylorus stenosis at the same time even though they produce the same symptons.  Yes! can have salad again!

There first plan was to do an Endoscopy to make sure my pylorus was still open from the Endoscopy I had in early November.  He was afraid it had closed back up.  The instruments they use for the Endoscopy and the EUS (Endoscopic Ultrasonography) are different and larger.  So they are two different procedures.  They promised me they would be able to do both and not have me come back.

The second plan was to have abdominal injections.  Abdominal pain can be caused from scar tissue from previous surgeries (gallbladder) or from stress.

I said, okay, let’s get this done! Then I get my schedule.  Remember, this was LAST Thursday.  They schedule me for THIS Thursday and Friday telling me that I could not eat 48 hours prior to my test, but they would put me on a cancellation list.  I asked how does that work?  Just not eat until you call?  I think even the nurse was flustered.  She promised me that they do all they can to move patients up.  So I didn’t eat Friday, Saturday, or Sunday – except for clear broth and Jello.  By this time I’m down 22 pounds.

Friday, we knew they were not going to call for anything, so Cecelia and I took at shuttle to the Mall of America.  I can’t walk very far without hurting.  That was evident by throwing up a glass of tea at the mall.  But it was good to get out and enjoy the Mall.

I’ve been lucky to have a mother-in-law with me that loves sports, Hallmark movies, and loves to shop.  But it has been hard on Jay not being here.

Monday arrived and Cecelia and I went to the Pain Department and was able to move my injections up to Wednesday, but we had the option to sit as a “checker” in case a space opened up.  While we were sitting there, they called me and told me my EUS/Endoscopy had been moved up to Tuesday at 6:45 a.m.  YES!

We had to be in the Gonda Building at 6:30 and I was one of the first patients.  The nurses, anesthesiologist, and surgeon were all just a nice as they could be.  Once they took me back, I was out…and they listened to me about my anxiousness and gave me happy juice before I even went in.  I don’t remember much after the surgery except they had decided to entebate me because I had thrown up and because so many tube would be going into my stomach.  The cough bothered the rest of the evening, but I was able to sleep.

Wednesday, (today), I was scheduled for my abdominal injections.  These were trigger point injections which I explained to the three doctors in the room that I had received these for my migraines.  They explained it would not be much different.  When I saw the doctor the first appointment, he asked me to do a crunch.  I did it in great pain.  This is when he identified the abdominal wall pain.  When in Memphis, when Dr. Farooq would press on certain areas, I would come off the table.  They explained this tenderness does not reach down to the pancreas or main organs.  This is the muscles in the abdomen protecting the organs.  They marked me with pens and even though there were only two needle sticks, they moved the needles around to release medicine in difference areas of the muscles without completely removing the needle.  Like trying to find a vein in your arm for an IV.  They were using an ultrasound over my ab while doing the injections.  Trust me, I was NOT quiet during this progress, so they knew they were hitting the right spots.

They told me I would feel relief in two days and pain should completely subside within six days.  We’ll see.  I sure am sore.  Try to cough!

We met with Dr. Majunga, the doctor I met with my first appointment.  I told him I was still hurting, of course, but I’m sure that’s being sore.  The doctor said I have gastric outlet obstruction.  The surgeon was able to stretch my pylorus to 15 mm.  I was shown the before and after pictures and as we suspected, the pylorus was almost closed again.  The stretching did cause bleeding and he hopes this will stay.  Dr. Majunga and the surgeon did mention about a stent, but you have to fail two out of three stretching procedures before they will stent the pylorus.

I simply asked, “What has caused all this?”  He said you have a history of peptic and duodenum ulcers, and gastric ulcer disease (combo of both).  I’ve had many Endoscopies and biopsies and they have come back fine.  I will not get the results of stomach and pylorus biopsies for at least 48 hours.  He also told me stress is one cause.  My simple answer was then give me a pill!  His answer was not that easy.  He knew my history from my father’s death (first ulcer) all the way through Trey’s death and he said I had plenty of reasons to have what I have.  But instead of a pill, he has a book for me to read regarding dealing with stress.  He knows my strong faith.  He said this book deals with diets and how to live a better life without stress.  Cecelia said she might be getting one too.  That’s the first thing on my agenda to do before we leave tomorrow.  GET THAT BOOK! Resist ugliness in life, and Consider it all Joy!  I am thankful for my friends that have cared for me!  You are a blessing!

For the future:  I can only drink smoothies or slushes for the next 4 to 6 weeks and then I have to call him and tell him how I feel.  If I feel better, I can begin to introduce solid foods into my diet, but no solid foods until then.  He wants me to stay on my Omeprezole (acid reducer), which I may have to stay on the rest of my life.  I also can take my nausea med (Zofran) as needed.

He wants me to go home and rest over the weekend and return to work on Monday.  He realized my body has been through quite an ordeal over the last week and it takes a couple of days to bounce back.

Thank you Mayo for your excellent treatment.  Thank you Dr. Bob Waller, my friend and confidant, who has checked on me 24/7 (President Emeritus of Mayo Clinic), and a special thank you to my mom-in-law for taking the time to spend a week with me and roll me around in a wheel chair!

What a ride! You’re prayers were felt! Keep praying…we don’t want C biopsies!

Missing In Action!

When Collin heard the word pancreas about two months ago, he ran out of the house and said, “I don’t want to hear the word pancreas.”  At that time, I was patient and able to help him to understand that what I was experiencing had nothing to do with what we had experienced with Trey.  That was then.

It has been a long two months of not being able to eat, trying to eat on Friday (soups) and putting me in the bed on the weekends, dehydration, headaches, kidney infection, nausea, and pancreatic and abdominal pain, oh and did I say nausea?  My doctor has done a thorough work up and I am confident that he has run all the tests on my pancreas to try to find the source of my pain.  I am so thankful for my hubby who has taken such great care of me! And Collin who has gone to get me Sonic slushees!

Many, many times my thoughts have gone back to Trey and what he suffered.  I have shed many tears over the last two months.  There have been days that I have barely been able to get jello down.  I remember the first week at St. Jude and how we forced Trey to eat Jello pudding and he refused to eat.  Now I know.  Why did we do that?  We kept asking if there was anything he would try.  When your body says no, it means no.  I get that now.  Maybe I’m feeling a little bit of survivor’s guilt.  He lost 30 pounds in those first couple of weeks of not eating.  This is not the way to lose weight.  I’m down 20. But I know it will find me again.

I’ve had an endoscopy, a special MRI, blood work many times to check my lipase levels, and there is still no explanation as to why my pancreatic enzymes are elevated.  Again, I thought about Trey during all of these frustrating tests with no explanation.  At least he got to the point he could eat! I want Thanksgiving and not mush!

With all of this being said, the doctors have decided to send me to Mayo.  They have one of the best pancreatic groups in the country.  I’ve been told there are so many little things that can aggravate the pancreas and you can only detect these things with special tests done at big institutions.  I am thankful to be a patient at Mayo and the friends that have help me get there in the past.

As I told a friend who is a doctor, I have got to release the worry of time, know there is a plan, and all is in control of God’s hands.  I ask that you pray for me while I am at Mayo (which is to be determined at this time, but soon-pray for that too), that they will find the exact source of my pain, and a treatment plan.  I want to be back in church, shopping for Christmas, enjoying the holidays, but most of all, I WANT MY COFFEE!!! Can you imagine?

Thank you to the sweet friends that have kept a check on me.  You are invaluable.  I will be going to Mayo alone, so say a prayer for my family at home.  I don’t think Jay likes that, but financially, that’s the way we need to work it.

“Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise His holy name. Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all His benefits—who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagles.” Psalms 103:1-5


Please remember to keep my sweet friends Beth and Mike O’Neill in your prayers as Mike is undergoing chemo for cancer at MD Anderson.

No Room For an Angry Heart (Blog)

Psalms 143: 7-10

“Hurry with your answer, God!
    I’m nearly at the end of my rope.
Don’t turn away; don’t ignore me!
    That would be certain death.
If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice,
    I’ll go to sleep each night trusting in you.
Point out the road I must travel;
    I’m all ears, all eyes before you.
Save me from my enemies, God
    you’re my only hope!
Teach me how to live to please you,
    because you’re my God.
Lead me by your blessed Spirit
    into cleared and level pastureland.”

Does this prayer sound familiar? It does to me. It’s the words that I have not been able to form in my head for months and God sent these verses to me this morning for my family. As I have been wrapped up in all the “what if’s” of life and the uncertainties for tomorrow, I forgot what an awesome God we serve.

I have been itching for months to put thought to print, but as I told a friend today, I want to make sure that my intention is pure, always.  I always seek to honor and glorify God with my words and never to strike another down.

You see, satan knows where he can wiggle in our head and hearts and in turn, we wound others.  I’ve done that recently with my tongue in my family.  I can say, oh how it felt good to let that go. But how did it feel on the receiving end?  It didn’t matter that some of it might have been truth, it was how it was said; angry, mean, and vindictive. We use truth as an excuse for our anger.  Not my proudest moment.  I’m certainly not proud to boast of my sin, but I hope that someone will learn from my sin.  Sin in my own family.

That’s where it starts, in our own family.  We have certainly faced more than any family’s fair share of stress, hurt, despair, anger, death, guilt…I could go on.  God has been faithful because WE have chosen to be faithful to Him.  If we turned our backs on Him, the anger and hurt would continue and eat us alive.  I hope you are following me and thinking outside the box.

1 Peter 5:8 says, “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.”

We have been devoured and are crawling out of a pit that we allowed ourselves to be put in.  A pit of depression, anger, and many other things.  I am determined that satan will not have the last word in our family.  Have you been in that pit so deep when you look up, even the tiniest of light is so faint that it flickers between daylight and dark to confuse you?

Two wrecks within 48 hours, neither were our fault.  My car was totaled and Jay’s needed $5,000 worth of work.  We cannot recover reimbursement for our deductibles. Our driveway did look like a used car lot.  So many things I cannot mention.  Stress is mounting like the Dukono volcano eruption.  I have actually said, “Where are you God!?”

Satan is not only confusing our families, but he is confusing our children.  Look what the world is telling them.  Just look at the news! He is telling them that HATRED is GOOD! Not in the book I read.  Do you really think that historical figures are the root of what is going on in our nation?  Satan is using historical figures to uproot our nation and we are falling for it.

I drove by Jefferson Davis Park at 7:30 a.m. today where there were multiple police cars, news vans, and people already gathering.  My mind went to 1 Peter and I pictured a lion low in the grass by the trees, waiting.  Is that how we as a nation have learned to live?

I also have to think about what is happening in our churches.  Friends, they are suffering.  Satan is alive and well in our churches.  FRIENDS. . .CHURCH IS FOR THE HURTING AND IMPERFECT PEOPLE! It’s for ME! If you are not there to love people like ME, then I don’t belong there.  I don’t understand WHAT is going on in our churches today, except people have a problem loving people WHERE they ARE.  Can you love my son where he is?  If so, where are you?  Can you help a grieving family who has lost a son and understand that grieving doesn’t last a year. If so, where are you?  Here is where I pray He “Points out the road I must travel. . .” because we are searching with open ears and hearts.

I am thankful we have a forgiving God.  I told multiple friends recently that I have been taught compassion, love, forgiveness, and mercy.  That is exactly what I have tried to be the example of in my family. . .until I lost it.  As I have said so many times to our young people who are dealing with SO much on their plates and some that are angry, God is big enough to handle our anger.  He formed us in our mother’s womb and He knows our heart and words before we speak them. (I just wish He would have provided some tape close by recently!)

I have to ask you as I ask myself.  What are we saying to our community about what the hatred is doing in our nation?  How is it filtering in our family?  And just maybe through our schools.  Many things we cannot control, but what we CAN control is our prayer life. We can pray for our children, our families, and our nation.  It is our duty.

Well, as a mother, I might have messed up recently, but that doesn’t change the love in my heart.  It doesn’t change that we are going to continue pressing toward the goal.  We know God is faithful. He is a GOOD father! My words for 2017 continue to remain BE STILL.  I am praying this not only for my family, but for our nation.

But can I ask, has there been a time where you have turned your back on Him? Maybe because the stress was too much to handle or you’ve been angry.  Maybe because you thought you weren’t worth forgiving.  We are ALL worth forgiving.  As wretched as my anger has been, for losing my baby, for what is happening in our lives, my PRECIOUS Lord and Savior, HE FORGIVES ME! Just because I asked.  And I certainly do not deserve it.

On the way to work this morning, I heard the song Blessings by Laura Story.  This was the first song played at Trey’s funeral while people were entering the sanctuary.  These words hit me and hit me hard with tears.  Thank you for loving our family and for praying for our family.  And remember, we are just passing through. . . .

We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things

‘Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise

We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we have faith to believe

‘Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise

When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It’s not our home

‘Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the achings of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy
And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are Your mercies in disguise

To All The Migraine Suffers! (Blog)

Maybe you’ve wondered when certain situations arise in your life, “Why me?”  In the midst of holding my head, rocking back and forth, many times crying, I’ve wondered why I have to be in such pain.  I’m reminded of the Excedrin Migraine commercial when the mother puts the mock migraine head gear on and afterwards hugs her daughter exclaiming she never knew what she had been going through.  My mother has said that to me in the form of feeling guilty for my migraines.   Please know, I have NEVER blamed my mother!  She is my greatest prayer warrior.

Usually my blogs are about God doing something in my life with a butterfly story ending, but I thought I would explain a little bit about me and my migraines since it IS my blog.  First, my migraines ARE hereditary.  This was not discovered in the beginning.  I have had migraines since 2nd grade and you can ask Eloise Thompson (a secretary at Marie’s Day School), she just thought I didn’t want to be at school.  No, my head was hurting.

In the 1970’s, what did you do with a child that continuously told a parent that their head hurt? The general practitioners didn’t know what to do.  So we went to a neurologist and psychiatrist at LeBonheur.  I remember getting physically sick at the smell of the EEG glue, and I’ve had plenty.  Plus the embarrassment of coming to school with flakes of glue in your hair and being made fun of by the other students.

When the neurologists and psychiatrists (one of which just recently died) tell the parents that they think it would be best to keep the child at LeBonheur for observation, the parents automatically trust the physicians.  Why wouldn’t they? They are seeking answers!  But what I don’t think the parents realized is that the child was going to be put in the psychiatric ward…children screaming…empty beds…school alone.  Did they not believe that my head hurt? Where was my momma? My daddy? Not long after my stay (maybe several weeks) they came.  They rescued me and took me out against the doctor’s wishes.  The horror of that place still haunts me.  I’ll never forget that was when one of the children got out of the locked door and jumped from the building.

Then came new doctors and new medicines, along with new trauma.  A local drug store switched medications with and older person that had been prescribed tranquilizers.  By the time my afterschool care babysitter realized it, I was sleeping all day and failing 3rd grade.  Needless to say, the problem was resolved out of court, but recovering and catching up what I had missed in 3rd grade was not an easy task.  My 3rd grade teacher had the gall to write a letter to my mother about how I was a bad student.  I still have it.  There are things you just don’t forget.

By 6th grade, my father had been diagnosed with ALS and during a visit with his neurologist, my mother mentioned my headaches and he said that he would see me too.  FINALLY! A doctor that diagnosed me with migraines (after spinal taps, trial drugs, tests that made you feel like a test rat) that I inherited from my father’s side of the family.  Since that time, it’s been a struggle, from neurologist to neurologist, to find someone to who is knowledgeable about migraines. To this day, I do NOT blame my parents for my migraines.

You might ask why I went through my history of headaches.  One day, Collin called from school and said that his head was hurting bad.  One of the school counselors got on the phone and told me she could see it in his eyes that he did not feel good.  I heard it in his voice.  TWO big indicators if you look at someone 1) they are having problems with their eyesight, and 2) they might be hoarse (my first indicator).  I told her to send Collin home.  I didn’t want to be that mom that didn’t believe her son.  Sure, Collin admits he has used his health to get out of school.  What kid doesn’t! But I usually know the migraine symptoms.  And, by the way, Collin will be seeing a neuro for his migraines.

I have said over and over that God blessed me with a wonderful husband.  He is patient, loving, tender, BUT he DOES ask me…Have you taken your medicine? That’s when I want to run across the room and with a single bound, surround my hands around his neck and tell him, “DO YOU THINK I’M AN IDIOT AND I LOVE THE PAIN?” I say all of that in humor.  He knows there are days that I am hurting so bad that I get confused and don’t know what to take next.  Just last night, I asked him, “Jay, what do I take?” and that is when he starts with my list. I had pills in my hand that I couldn’t even name them and I kept pointing at it and he called the name of it.  That is where his sweet patience comes in and he begins going down the list of my medications and helps me figure out what I can and cannot take together. After a first round of meds does not work, we will go for a second round of different medications.


Several years ago it was suggested by my neurologist and a friend who is a doctor at Mayo that I should visit Mayo to get a full checkup.  I did so, with first class treatment, and was told that I am a classic sufferer of migraines.  This is something I will suffer with all of my life.  When the pain gets to the point that I can no longer manage it with medication, I need to go to the ER.  It’s just that simple.

This is my problem and the problem for MANY migraine suffers.  We are getting to the point that we can no longer manage our pain with oral medication.  I was recently diagnosed with gastroparesis (GEEZ, what is that?).  Simple terms, your stomach doesn’t work.  After having tests done, they told me that the continuous use of migraine medications had done nerve damage to my stomach, so it was not working properly.  This means, the oral medications are not digested and moved into the blood stream quick enough to kill the pain of the migraine.  After I have had a migraine for approximately two days, taken all the meds I can take, I usually end up at the hospital.  Fortunately, they know me and know what I need.  UNFORTUNATELY, they are beginning to crack down on the distribution of narcotics.  I am not a drug seeker and when I am in pain, I get very angry.  It’s ugly.

What can trigger my migraines?  These triggers vary, but my two biggest factors are weather and stress.  I know.  That can trigger any kind of pain! Who needs The Weather Channel! Just call me! I’m like a cow or a dog and I can tell you how soon the next front is moving in!  I have learned that using the nasal spray, Mucinex-D, and maybe a Medrol dose pak during the spring (daily) helps ward off several bad days.  I also have a WONDER pain doctor that the Lord provided to me over 25 years ago and we tease each other how we have been through so many things together.  Dr. Moacir Schnapp KNOWS how to treat my pain.  But he also knows when it is time to go to the ER.

When it comes to stress, sometimes it hits you before you can avoid it.  It might be a project at work, dealing with a teenager, finances, marriage, or another illness.  Prayer is my go to when stress has invaded a space in my life that is ultimately causing me pain.  Through prayer, in one instance, God led me to leave a job.  Probably the most stressful time of my life was spending days and nights at St. Jude.  My God protected me each night.  Do you know that I never got a migraine when I was with Trey at St. Jude? How good is our Father?

What medications do you take? My precious mother has prayed for years for me to be healed and I know God hears her prayers.  Healing comes in many forms and it might be the answered prayer of the right medication.  I can tell you that I have tried just about everything on the market and some that are not approved by my insurance!  You get to a point that you are tired of being the guinea pig, but you know what is right for you.  In order to protect myself, I won’t list my medications, but I do believe one medication has been a big answer to prayer.  Relpax.  You might have tried Imitrex or Maxalt.  They did not work for me, but Relpax has done the trick if I catch my headache soon enough. No, I have not tried botox for several personal reasons, but it might be on the horizon.  Mayo suggested botox as a last resort.  No, I will not try acupuncture or chiropractor (especially since I just had neck surgery).

Why do you make so many trips to the hospital? If I do not catch my headache in time, I have to resort to stronger medications.  Sleep is very important.  If my sleep patterns are off, my head will begin to hurt.  There are weeks that I feel like all I do is go to work and go home to bed.  Do I like living this way? Of course not! But I have to find the balance in my life to keep going.

One of my last trips to the hospital came after on a Sunday morning at 3:30 a.m. I couldn’t take it any longer.  The nausea was coming quicker than I could control it.  I was at the stage that I had to hold my head and just sit in a rocking position.  I had been on the couch all night sitting up so that the blood flow would not go to my head.  I staggered to the bedroom and pushed gently on Jay as he jumped to the ceiling.  “Jay, Jay, can you take me to the hospital? I can’t take it anymore.”  And off we went.

So, if you see that I have posted about having another migraine, I ask that you not take my post lightly.  Many people suffer with chronic pain and push through it daily.  Please know that you are not alone in YOUR migraine suffering.  There are many things we can do as chronic suffers to help our pain.  It’s a matter of learning how to manage.  That’s the key. Manage!

John 10:10 “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” On THIS I can rely!

I’m looking forward to that blessed day that we ALL will be pain free, no more medications, and no more hospitals!

Another Sunday in the bed with a migraine. Unfortunately, I was out of my Relpax and tried every medication I had in the house.  Like I’ve said before, trust me, I have plenty.  But nothing eased the pain.  Jay had to go to the fire station Sunday morning and I told him I just couldn’t make it and I would call Collin who was house sitting at my sister’s.  I called him and without hesitation he was on his way home.

There are times that I cannot believe how God blesses me in my time of need.  “Oh, you’re Jay’s wife!” the nurse exclaimed.  I texted Jay and he reminds me of how I have looked at pictures of her dogs on Facebook.  Then, blessings of ALL blessings, there will be doctors that we know and have gone to church with!  He walked in one Sunday and immediately said, “I know it’s that time of year.”  There wasn’t a list of questions, just a better solution to help me.  AND IT DID!  Collin was making fun of me because I couldn’t complete a sentence without falling asleep.  THAT’S how well God takes care of me and my headache was gone!  Honestly, I can tell you, there is a point that I worry about paying the ER deductible.  Then, when I get to the point of not working about the ER co-pay, it’s time to go because I know God will handle it.

So, trust me when I say, I’ve tried oils, special drinks, special pills, special diets (the peanut butter is nasty), and none of it has worked.  My only surviving aunt on my father’s side is in her late 80’s and she STILL has migraines.  I even had a hysterectomy to help control my hormones to help try to control my migraines…didn’t work.  While I appreciate all of your suggestions, I wanted you to know just how long I have been battling these nasty things and they are just a party of who I am.  I know God is in control and he hears me when I’m screaming.  Trust me.

Know the Different Headaches!  So many people say, “Oh, I have a migraine.”  I will ask them the classic questions, “Which side does it hurt on? What triggers your headaches? Are you having problems with your eyesight?” Most of the time we can narrow it down to sinus.  I am NOT a doctor, but many people know how long and how bad I have suffered with migraines.  My migraines are 90 percent of the time on the right side of my head.  This is where I receive my occipital blocks (shots in my head).  If people say that it is only behind their eyes, I usually ask if they have sinus problems.  Usually they do and we both can relate it to weather.  I do get weather related headaches.  They are not fun either.

Your sinus headache will normally not be brought on by bright light or perfume.  Both of those are BIG no-no’s for me.  You can drive by our house and everyone will be home and there will not be one light on.  We just navigate in the dark.  I even work with low lighting.  The bulbs over my head are not at full strength.  As for perfume, thankfully everyone around me knows that perfume kills.  There were so many Sunday mornings when I sang in the choir that I had to leave before singing because ladies would not obey the rule of no perfume.  I sent Trey and still send Collin back inside to rub their cologne off as much as possible. OH THE SMELL OF AXE! That stuff should have been outlawed!  I think Trey bathed in it!

I can’t thank those enough who know that prayer is the best thing for me.  You are wonderful friends and God has truly blessed me.  I pray you NEVER have to experience a migraine.  EVER!

Thank you Lord for a wonderful husband, son, and family that takes care of me!

Grieving Community Again (Blog)

As with most of Collierville residents, my heart has been very heavy over the last 24 hours.  Those that knew Chris Dufour are asking themselves so many questions.  They are some of the same questions these sweet kids (a lot of them I call my own) asked five years ago when Trey died.


We don’t know why.  Only God knows why.  I read a quote today that says, “Grow through whatever you go through” by TobyMac.  I dare ask, haven’t we grown enough? Of course not.  We will continue to grow until God decides we have done what He needs for us to do on this earth.  So that brings us back to Why?  We have to trust that God holds the answers to all our earthly questions and one day, just ONE DAY, when we see him face to face, it won’t matter.  But for now, we have to take to heart that those we have lost have done exactly what God had planned for them.

Does This Change Our Hurt?

Just because God has chosen to take our loved ones (even our PETS!) does not mean we are not going to grieve and grieve heavily.  I grieve MORE today for Trey than I did five years ago.  We all are grieving for Chris because there are no answers, which makes things worse.  Julie and David did not have time for closure, so our grieving is a little different, but yet one thing is the same…we still miss and cry out for our sons.  Is there a little anger in the hurt? Five years later I can say yes, a little.  I can admit that because I KNOW that God is big enough to handle my anger and tears.  He can handle yours.

I Don’t Know What to Say, I’m Empty!

We are all empty and I might go as far to say some may be nauseated.  For myself, I have named it sensory grief.  I want to assure you as a parent who has lost a child, there is nothing you can say AND THAT’S OKAY! We love hugs, and always the words, “I’m praying for you.”  We always love to hear about our child.  His name is not taboo. Remembering him keeps his memory alive.  Just like all your posts on Facebook about Chris. It helps memorialize him.  This is something his parents will be able to go back and read in years to come and KNOW how much he was cherished and loved by his friends.  He was truly blessed.  My heart has been so heavy for the Class of 2014 (Trey’s class) and 2015.  I have some of the same memories you do, how funny Chris was, football homecoming, and many more memories.  Make sure you love on Julie and David and tell them how much Chris meant to you.  It will help your grief and will certainly help theirs.

Where Do We Go From Here?

That is a very good question because it is one I continue to ask myself.  I thought the community was just beginning to heal from the loss of our precious Grant Roberson. The grief of his loss affected the younger classes at CHS.  As a follower of Christ, it is in my nature to point us back to Him and His word.  I know from Trey’s battle, if only just one was touched and changed for His glory, Trey’s battle would have been worth it.  I know that was Trey’s desire.  If one person is changed because of Chris, the angels will rejoice. I know that because of Trey and Grant, lives were changed.  It could be someone you know.  How awesome to find out someone began to look at life so seriously, how precious it truly is, then they begin to question their relationship with God!

There is HOPE in Christ! This is the only thing that can calm our grieving hearts.

“In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.  And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:26-28

In our weakness, as we grieve, when we cannot pray, the Spirit prays for us! Oh, how God loves us.  Take that to heart as we grieve together.

In closing, as I said in my book, we all grieve differently.  It will take time and some will grieve longer than others for Chris.  You have to be patient with each other.  Please remember that for Julie and David, life has stopped as they know it.  Chris will always be the same age.  These are the same burdens Jay and I carry.  In the weeks to come, love on them as you have continued to love on us.

I am not a professional, counselor, or teacher.  I am just a grieving mother who lost her precious boy too soon.  I leave you with this hope…

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are NOT worthy to be compared to the glory that is to be revealed to us.” Romans 8:18

The 5th Season #prayfortrey (Blog)

No, it’s not the 5th season of Grey’s Anatomy, your favorite sitcom, or the latest hit on Netflix.  For me, for Jay, for Collin, for my family, it’s the 5th season of our life without Trey.  My boy.  My heart. (Number one thing NOT to say, “Has it been that long?”) To me, it was yesterday.

I have blogged for years about my grief and groaning, and for some, it has helped.  For others, I’m not sure they have understood.  It will be the same with this season.  As I thought of this coming year as a “season”, this scripture came to mind in Ecclesiastes 3.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

What gain has the worker from his toil? 10 I have seen the business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.”

In this scripture, the writer, Solomon, does not define the length of time for a season.  Is a season a month, a year, 5 years, ten years?  One commentary said, “Ecclesiastes offers the Christian an opportunity to understand the emptiness and despair that those who do not know God grapple with. Those who do not have a saving faith in Christ are faced with a life that will ultimately end and become irrelevant.”

Solomon was telling us a very important fact.  Solomon tells us that life is really a matter of timing, for timing is everything. If timing is everything, just how am I going to handle this season?

Episode 1

I can tell you every date beginning January 1 to July 7, 2012, but I won’t.  Jay and I lived a nightmare.  Trey only had two (I think two) occasions that he broke down in tears with me.  Both of those occasions were because he was worried about our family and how we would hold up after he was gone.  I felt it was necessary to see me strong and tell him that we would be just fine and that God would take care of us.  Why? Why did I not tell him that I would be lost without him? Why did I not tell him that losing him would devastate my entire existence?  It’s the truth.  The only thing that has been holding me together has been God’s grace.

This season never ends.  If you grew up during my childhood years, we watched our home movies on a reel to reel projector.  That is what my mind is like; a reel to reel projector is replaying blips of Trey’s life over and over in my mind and as much as I grab my head, as much as I cry tears, they won’t go away.

People look at me at church when we sing 10,000 Reasons, Lay Me Down, The Stand, and Forever Reign as tears flow down my face.  I know those that don’t know me are probably wondering why in the world I am crying. I will always cry when we sing those songs.  They bring back memories of his last breath, his moments of worship during these favorite songs, the exact moment he asked that Anna Wakefield sing Your Great Name at his funeral.

One thing that comforts me (again, through God’s grace), Trey had underlined in his bible Ecc. 3:11.  Wise beyond his years, Trey looked over the first 10 verses and rested on the fact that God had put eternity in his heart.  I wish I had one ounce of his wisdom to look beyond the worldly pain to what God has for us in eternity.  I have to say, with respect, when people say to me that I will see him again in heaven, you have to remember that I am his mother.  I am mortal, human, but I do hold Christ in my heart.  I say all of this to tell you that even though he is in heaven, I want my baby here! I want him back! I have cried out to God for just one more moment with him.  Mothers…I think you get that.

Episode 2

I can’t believe Collin is going to be a senior.  I am in the process of making arrangements for his senior pictures.  With this, comes excitement because I didn’t get to experience this with Trey and I want it to be a good experience for Collin.  We have made the decision for the place and the clothing…wow!  As I held him in my arms the Saturday night of Encounter at Central Church, I told him, “You will always be my baby.”  Collin carries such heavy burdens for a teen his age. I wish I could take them from them.

In July, Collin will turn 18, another milestone in our family.  I see all of his friends turning 18 and it excites me as we prepare for the time that he will turn 18 and he will gain the responsibility he has longed for.  My prayer is that with responsibility will come wisdom.  Or maybe that should be reversed!!!

Episode 3

July 5 will be the 5th anniversary of Trey’s death.  The 5th anniversary of #prayfortrey.  I had the opportunity to go back and read messages from that time period and I am overwhelmed with the love and support we were given.  I still have people that I meet today tell me that they prayed for us.  But as with most St. Jude families, the prayers do not need to end.  To tell you that I relive that day a couple of times a week is an understatement.  I truly, truly, could not do life without some of Trey’s close friends that have remained in our lives.  If I tried to list them, I would forget someone.

July 31 Trey would be 21.  I dread his birthday because he loved celebrations and I just don’t know how to handle this one.  I am seeing all his friends turn 21 with all the joy life can bring and there is no life to celebrate.  I don’t know if we will celebrate his birthday or his home going.  Either way, they are both milestones that we will not overlook.

Season Finale…to be continued

I cannot tell you how much we have treasured your prayers over the last three months.  We have battled a scare with Collin having kidney surgery, and now we are battling Jay dealing with cancer.  I can tell you we are fighting hard. We know that God did not promise days without trials.  He only promised that He would be with us during those days.  Those that have read my blogs know that I am very transparent.  I can tell you there have been days that I have cried out for God and asked “WHERE ARE YOU?” This is not out of lack of faith, but out of frustration with our circumstances.

Why would Jay have to get cancer again? Why is Collin still homebound and not back at CHS? Why did he have to have a cancer scare and have part of his kidney removed? What are they going to do when he goes back to St. Jude in March?  Why is my Trey baby in heaven instead of trying to finish up college and finding a sweet young girl to marry?  Are people still missing him like I am? God, please, just show up! So many questions, but yet God tells me…Be still…I’m not done yet.

But God, I’m tired! I’m exhausted! I’m depressed! I am on · the · very · edge.  But you say to me in Matt. 11:28-30 “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

Rest? You mean the kind that I’m getting now by going to bed at 6 p.m. and getting up at 5:30 a.m. and not accomplishing anything in life?  The restless kind of sleep that gives me continuous migraines I can’t keep under control?  I think He means peace.  When will God give us peace?  Again, I hear Him say the familiar verse, Philippians 4:6 & 7 “Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.” I love how the Message words this scripture.

So a couple of days ago, that’s exactly what I asked you to do.  #prayfortheerwins  You didn’t know (1) I was having a migraine, (2) Collin is struggling with homebound school, (3) Jay has not felt good for a couple of days, (4) Jay took the EMS Lieutenant’s exam on Thursday while not feeling well, (5) Monday was the nine year anniversary of Jay’s dad’s death, and (6) Valentine’s Day was the last day I took Trey to the pediatrician to find out what was wrong with him.  Our hearts have been heavy and all I knew to do was reach out and ask for prayer.  One friend texted me to ask me if everything was okay, my dear friend Shawn.  If there is anything I learned from the Central Church youth Encounter weekend, it is okay to share your burdens, tell others you love them because you are not promised tomorrow, tell them you appreciate them, and pray for each other.  WE ALL ARE SUFFERING WITH SOMETHING!

Again, thank you for praying for us.  I am praying for you.  I know that God has a plan for our family.  I don’t know what it is and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a control issue.  But there’s one issue I don’t have.  I know, without a doubt, that he bore my sins on a cross to save me.  That’s my promise and the answer to all my hurts and questions.  Eternity.  Jesus.  And someone now, at the end of writing, I’m calm as the glassy sea.  Do I have all the answers? No. But I know who does and I know where to go to get them.  I think I am blessed.

Yes Jesus Loves Me

Yes Jesus Loves Me

Yes Jesus Loves Me

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