The definition of a deposit is “to put (money) in a bank account” or “to put (someone or something) in a particular place.”  That’s it.  It is a one-time act.  But what if you make more than one deposit?  That’s an investment.  You are increasing your deposit by adding principal to it so that your account will have value.  We definitely can’t depend on the interest rates of today to increase our value. But, it depends on what you invest in.

My particular interest of investing is in the lives of others.  There is no greater joy than seeing fruit coming from the time that I have taken to spend with people I love and care about.  Not all of that time is spent reading God’s word or praying.  You sometimes just need to have a good ear; know when it’s time to give advice and know when to keep your mouth shut.

I see right now the need for this in our youth.  But this is also a two way street.  Parents aren’t realizing the benefit of having someone invest in their child, so they are not “making” their child participate in church events.  Yes, I’ll admit it.  I am one of those parents that you don’t have a choice.  I didn’t have a choice.  So now, church is option A, B, or C on the list of events in the household.  It has just become the way of today’s society, and that’s sad.  I hurt deeply because I feel our youth are being slighted.  Not by our church, but by lay leaders that are just too busy.

I’m praying for that person who is going to come alongside Collin and disciple him.  I do not know who this is going to be or when.  I do not know if they will be from Germantown Baptist or another church.  All I know is that I am praying God will send them quickly to invest in a young boy who is facing a turning point in his life that he could make many decisions for the good or for the bad.  He is about to hit the same age Trey was when he was diagnosed.  There are so many things that go on in our household as a fallout from a sibling losing a sibling.  Not to mention, what he is dealing with in his own mind about his own body.  He has appointment after appointment.

There was a special man that invested in Trey.  There were many, MANY, events at church that I would leave early or that the youth would have and because he lived around the corner, he would bring Trey home.  That gave them the chance to bond, and even more, a chance for Trey to talk about his day, or what had gone wrong at school, talk about sports, etc.  Just guy time.  What Trey never knew was there were MANY times that I orchestrated those times so that he would have the time to talk because I knew he needed it.  One summer, Trey’s “ride” had shoulder surgery.  Trey came to Jay and me and asked if he could cut their yard because he knew he would not be able to do it after surgery.  We said absolutely!  That entire summer Trey gave back to the one that had been investing in him.  Trey spent many sweaty days at Keith Cochran’s house cutting his yard that summer.  But he did it for his friend, not his youth Pastor.  That’s an investment.  An investment that led from 6^th grade, to his bedside as he was being told he had cancer, to being by his bedside when he met Jesus.  Keith paid an emotional price too, I know.  That happens when you invest in young people.  Sometimes it hurts.

So who are you investing in? Or maybe you are tired of investing because they are not responding.  I know that feeling.  We feel that with our own children.  That’s called parenting. Or maybe you don’t know how to invest? I am reminded of what Jesus says in John 15:5-11.

“I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in Me, he is thrown away as a branch and dries up; and they gather them, and cast them into the fire and they are burned. If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. My Father is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit, and so prove to be My disciples. Just as the Father has loved Me, I have also loved you; abide in My love. If you keep My commandments, you will abide in My love; just as I have kept My Father’s commandments and abide in His love.  These things I have spoken to you so that My joy may be in you, and that your joy may be made full.”

If they do not abide in Christ, they are cast in the fire and burned!  Is that not enough to invest in someone? To share the good news of the Gospel to someone? My prayer is that my heart will continue to burn for young people and their desire to know God.  If that changes, I know that God has other plans for me to share His word.  Right now, my deepest prayer is for one.  Just one.  My Collin.  So that he can benefit from the sweetest investment of “guy time” that Jesus can give and learn what it means to deeply abide.

Who are you going to give a ride home?

 

 

It’s been a “Trey” day.  Jay called today from work and asked how my day had been and I said, one of those days.  He said, Trey.  I said, yeah.  He said, me too.  We often have Trey days at the same time.  It’s weird.  Then, on the way home from work, as I often do, I called my sister, Donna.  I told her the same thing and she exclaimed – ME TOO! But as the same with Jay and me, not full out tears, just here and there.

Some of you may not know this but my sister works for the church.  Germantown Baptist Church.  She’s all over the place, checking conservatory rooms, teachers, copying music, etc. so her job takes her all over the church.  It takes her all over the places Trey filled.  She covered her steps with me today as we walked down that memory lane as during basketball season she would go into the gym when Bill, her husband, would come and work out in the afternoons and Trey would be there practicing or working out with Uncle Bill.  Her eyes glance to the left as she walks up the walk from where she parks and she sees the stones where a make shift coffin is buried from DNOW of 2012.  That was the whole point of DNOW 2012.  Surrender.

Speaking of DNOW, it’s that time again.  DNOW.  Maybe it’s just that it is this time of year that has us all thinking.  And by the way, we are not calling it DNOW this year.  We are calling it MOVE weekend.  I like it.  I like the fact that it is taking on an ACTION form.  Not to take away the memories of DNOW.  Nothing can do that.  And frankly, there are some DNOW migraines I would like to forget.  But Trey LOVED DNOW! It would be his last, as with many things his senior year.  I hope the senior boys cherish this DNOW year together.

But then my sister always has to cut through the sanctuary.  The last place she saw Trey.  The last place we all saw Trey.  But we know, that was not Trey.  That was only a shell of who he was.  But we still struggle that Trey lived so vibrantly and died so loudly.  Yes son, you went out with a bang.

I prayed this prayer this week.  God help me to love you more than I love my son Trey, and give me the desire to want to be with you and worship you in heaven more than I want to be with my son in heaven.  When you have lost a child, that is the hardest prayer to pray.  I’m going to keep praying the SAME prayer.  Sometimes I feel like I’m screaming it ~ maybe just a little to convince myself.  :o) I could not have prayed that one year ago.  I remember someone said that to me right after Trey died and it hurt me to the core.  But now I understand.  Wow, has it taken time.  Not that I don’t miss Trey more than life.  We had a Sunday School lesson recently about “do overs”, Trey was not my “do over”.  There is a reason I have James 1:2-3 taped to the top of my computer.  Not just for memory, but as a reminder.  “…knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.”

God fills the halls of Germantown Baptist Church.  Music fills the halls of Germantown Baptist Church.  My sister walks the halls and hears the familiar songs that brings Trey to mind day after day.  You may often see her in tears.  If you do, you will now know why.  Trey ran those halls like he ran the halls of our homes.  But God’s comfort, like a soothing balm, will come.  It might be through an understanding smile or a sweet hug.  But for the most part – it comes from His word – Hebrews 4:14-16 ~

“Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.  For we do not have a high priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tempted in all things as we are, yet without sin.  Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”

~Confessing I will always be a sinner

~Thanking God for sending His son who can sympathize with my weakness

~Drawing near with confidence to the throne of His wonderful grace

~Praying for mercy for my family

~Asking for grace in this time of need for us all

~Extending this prayer for all that need God’s amazing grace for it extends far beyond Trey’s life or death

I hate for almost every post to be about Trey, but hey, it’s my blog, and we ARE still learning the NEW normal.

For the last 24 hours I’ve done a lot of crying and been reading resolutions on Twitter, Facebook and even heard some on different talk shows.  Some of them amused me.  I think the people I admired the most were the people that said I don’t believe in resolutions because I know I won’t end up keeping them! How many of us are like that? You know, that diet you start at the beginning of the year? That is probably more than 50% of the people reading this post.  But it’s okay because it’s just a statement! No one is holding your feet to the fire if you break this resolution.  A lot of people have been choosing single words to represent their resolutions.  I think that is kind of cool.  So, thinking back over the last year, I decided to do that too.  But, there is a difference if you resolve to make a new commitment to the Lord.

I started a new daily reading plan on my phone called Talking With God in Prayer.  These are so easy for you to do.  The first day spoke to me so clearly about desire to walk closer with Him.  It said, “God is available to you at all times…God wants you to grow closer to Him, to be filled with His love and peace, because He longs for what is best for you.  Although God works on your behalf, He wants you to RESPOND to Him, showing a willingness to share your life with Him.  One way you can do that is by talking to Him daily.”

For some reason, even though another scripture was referenced, the first scripture that came to my mind was Jeremiah 29:11-13

“For I know the plans I have for you” – this is the Lord’s declaration – “plans for your welfare, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.  You will call to Me and come and pray to Me and I will listen to you.  You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.”

The verse given in the daily reading was Matthew 28:20

“teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you.  And remember I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”

After reading that scripture, it just brought to home Jeremiah 29:11 knowing that He is with me and has a plans for me AND my family.  That has been a question that many have asked over the last year.  How have we dealt with knowing what God has given us and knowing what might be ahead.  Honestly, I have thought of Jeremiah 29:11 many times.  We do not know what is in store for Collin.  He is being screened by St. Jude and is a St. Jude patient.  For that fact, none of us know what is in store for any of us.  But we do know that he promises to give us a future and a hope!

But there’s a catch.  He gives that future and hope to Christian believers.  What are WE going to do about that in 2014?  I have a few ideas.  I have worn Trey’s In Memory Of bracelet every day since July 7, 2012, with the exception of maybe three or four days.  Make NO mistake, I am NOT making a resolution to NOT wear his bracelet.  What I am trying to do is find out how I can get it turned into a silver bracelet or something like that.  But, wearing that bracelet, for me, is a reminder of how he shared his faith, lived it out, and was committed to His word.  I’m not ashamed that I have a son as a role model.  So I hope to be able to put his bracelet in a new jewelry box that Julianne gave me for Christmas that is glass and I can see it everyday when I come home.  It does not diminish his memory at all.  If anything, it will push me to live out my faith.

I hope to get with Collin and have him sit down and make a bucket list.  No limit bucket list.  We still start working on this bucket list.  What is the Disney song? “A dream is a wish your heart makes!”  Then, if they are reasonable and attainable, I want to teach him how to pray circles around those items.  Hopefully one might be a job!  “Can’t” has always been a big word in Collin’s vocab.   I am determined to work that word OUT!  Teach him the word DETERMINATION!  I am also praying for a special person that will invest in Collin like friends that invested in Trey.  This is a very, very impressionable age for Collin and he is being bombarded by things that teens should not be seeing.  Who is holding him accountable?  There comes a time that he will not listen to his parents, but will listen to peers.  Jay and I are earnestly praying through what our place is for Collin.  I charge you that if you see someone that YOU can invest in, make that YOUR commitment for 2014.  You can make a difference in a young person’s life for the kingdom of God.

I have been working on a book for about a year on and off.  Needless to say, I will finish it in 2014.  It might sit in my house, but I will finish it.

So, to those of you making resolutions, I pray the best for you! I hope you make it! For me, I’ve just chosen a word – commit.  Ps. 37:4-7

“Take delight in the Lord, and He will give you your heart’s desires.  COMMIT your way to the Lord; TRUST in Him, and He will act, making your righteousness shine like the dawn, your justice like the noonday.  Be SILENT before the Lord and WAIT expectantly for Him; do not be agitated by one who prospers in his way, by the man who carries out evil plans.”

COMMIT to the LORD! Hakuna Matata! (Means no worries, for the rest of your days…it’s our problem free, philosophy, Hakuna Matata!) P.S. I don’t know why the date of my post says Jan 2. I’m trying to fix my dates!

Why DO bad things happen to good people? This is something many people ask themselves.  Probably the first time I asked myself that question was when I was 12.  I knew something was going on around the house.  Dad had been in and out of the hospital, on vitamins, and Mom and Dad did a lot of talking instead of yelling.  Dad was then diagnosed with ALS ~ Lou Gehrig’s Disease and died when I was 17.  There was a lot to deal with during my formative years.  The caregiver becomes the caretaker.  Not a normal household.  It was a very different household than what my sister’s grew up in.

But what you may not know, Dad was not living the life a Christian is called to live.  He drank, he was disrespectful to my mother, and disrespectful to me (yes, there is scripture about parents not provoking your children ~ Eph. 6:4 ^“Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.”).  I remember many times asking for prayer for my dad for salvation.  Not the kind of salvation that you receive when you are 8 years old, but a saving grace that pricked his heart.  He was brought up in the church and knew right from wrong.

Gradually, I began to see him read his bible every morning at the breakfast table before I left for school together with the devotion book that my mother read.  Nothing was ever said.  Deacons would come to the house to minister to him as his illness became worse.  Ron Wright, Hugh Sharp, and Roy Allen, three Godly men I remember spending a lot of time in my house over those last years.  If dad was feeling up to it, he would attend church with his cane.  Once he was wheelchair bound, he watched several services on tv.  I’ll never forget Adrian Rogers visiting him.  My father’s boss was a deacon at Bellevue.

My father went to be with the Lord on December 27, 1982, in our home.  And I truly believe he went to be with the Lord because I saw a change in him.  I saw the way he treated my mother and his desire to soak in more of God’s word.  Unfortunately, what did not change, was the relationship between us and that is something I cannot do anything about.  But it taught me so much.

I use this illustration to say again, why do bad things happen to good people? My dad WAS a good man, by “good men” standards.  But being “good” doesn’t get you into heaven.  We know that.  If I have learned anything, ANYTHING as I held my sweet Barry’s head as he met Jesus (Jay’s brother), held the hand of my father-in-law when he met Jesus, and laid next to my son as he ran to Jesus – GOD CAN REDEEM ALL THINGS FOR GOOD.

But how do we know He redeem things for good? And why do people question God’s choosing and purpose?  It’s call faith.  That simple.  Faith.  You may have faith of a mustard seed and struggle with the smallest things.  You may have faith of a mountain and can walk through any storm.  It says in 1 Cor. 10:13 “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and He will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation He will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.” If we have an intimate relationship with God our Father, we know that He has a PURPOSE in ALL things. Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.” GOD HAD A PURPOSE FOR TREY ERWIN.

I have overheard that some at Collierville High are now claiming deism as their “faith” because a loving God would not let Trey die the way he did or let the incident of Sandy Hook occur one year ago.  This makes my heart sad.  Some of you might be asking what is deism? Deism is the acknowledgment of the existence of a god upon the testimony of reason and of nature and its laws, and the rejection of the possibility of supernatural intervention in human affairs and of special revelation.  So, people are thinking God created Trey, knit him in my womb, and he suffered and died without purpose?  What does that say about the birth, death and resurrection of Christ?  From the Message ~ Ps. 139:13-14 “Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.”  I’m beginning to wonder if you read his tweets, listened to his testimony (which you can see on this blog), or really, know him at all ~ because he knew Jesus.  His faith made him stronger than any army.

Do you realize that one day we will all die?  Our ultimate destiny as a Christian will be to spend eternity with God.  But the bible says that there is only one way to get there (Uh, Hello!) and that is through Christ, His son.  John 14:6 says, “Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.”  So here we are, praying for salvation for our loved ones (just like I did for my dad) because we DO want to spend eternity with them.  Did I pray for my dad to get sick so that he would become closer to God? No, but that is what happened.  Was I praying that Trey lead a pure life, absolutely.  Does the bible put a preface on HOW we are going to get there?  God never told us the road would be easy.  Matter of fact, He warns us multiple times that there will be trials and tribulation.  Bless Job’s heart.  He is a prime example of someone in the bible that experienced bad things happening.  He had everything taken away from him.  His children and family were killed, he lost his property, all his belongings, and his health.  Yet God used him to challenge Satan through his obedience and faith.  Grace Communion International said, “It wasn’t that Job had to overcome a specific sin, but rather that he had to grow in understanding. Job had been too hasty in concluding God was unjust or unable to rule in the right way. Job’s suffering had such an intent — to prove whether he would love God in spite of everything.  This message of Job has deep implications for our relationship with God. Trials and suffering provide spiritual enrichment and build a relationship between us and God.”

He gives us answers for our tribulation! “The Lord is good, A stronghold in the day of trouble, and He knows those who take refuge in Him.” Nahum 1:7  In many hours before Trey’s death, there was not restlessness, worry, confusion, only peace.  Trey had a peace that he would be with Jesus soon.  We had talked about it days earlier.  With deism you do not have to accept the responsibility of having faith in anything.  There IS NO HOPE for your future.  But I know, for my family, faith is where it’s at.  My goodness, that’s the only way I get out of bed each morning, one foot at a time and I decide to stand and move forward.

As for the shooting at Sandy Hook, I know that gun activist are taking a stand.  I do not claim to know ANYTHING about it, BUT if it can protect more people and something from happening again.  This is from the Huff Post today and is a portion of the article titled “One Year After Sandy Hook…”

Mark Barden no longer works much as a musician. Nicole Hockley is no longer a stay-at-home mom. Both are full-time employees of Sandy Hook Promise, whose pledge — signed by nearly 270,000 on the internet — reads:

This is a promise to truly honor the lives lost by turning our tragedy into a moment of transformation, to be open to all possibilities … to have the conversations on all the issues, conversations where listening is as important as speaking. … This is a promise to do everything in our power to be remembered not as the town filled with grief and victims; but as the place where real change began.

“[This] work is now my whole life,” Mark said in a phone interview from Washington, D.C., where he and Nicole were on a fundraising trip. They spend a lot of time in D.C., and were among the dozen family members of Sandy Hook victims who met with senators last spring, asking them to expand required background checks for gun purchases.

THIS is redeeming something bad for good! God knew! He knew this work would need to be done.  He knows I need to finish things in my household.  He knew that his friend, Mitchell Moore, would be baptized this Sunday after being saved at camp with him several years ago.  All because of Trey’s faith and the way he lived OUT his life.  Not necessary LIVED, but lived OUT.

Romans 8:1-5 “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death. For God has done what the law, weakened by the flesh, could not do. By sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and for sin, he condemned sin in the flesh, in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not according to the flesh but according to the Spirit. For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.”

It started with Eve in the garden.  Sin.  We are of a sinful nature.  That’s just what we are and we have to fight it daily.  Satan seeks to destroy us.  That is his ultimate goal ~ to destroy anyone, ANYONE who attempts to become God’s child.  Job 2:2 “The Lord said to Satan, “Where have you come from?” Then Satan answered the Lord and said, “From roaming about on the earth and walking around on it.”  BE ALERT! John 10:10 says, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”  Don’t you want abundant life? I sure do! And it’s a daily prayer for me and my family.

My email is on this blog.  If you have any doubts about your salvation, I urge you to contact me about it.  I would love to talk to you.  I cannot wait to get to heaven and dance on the streets of gold with my baby boy!  We are in the last days, my friends, make no mistake.  If you pray for salvation for a loved one, don’t be surprised how God will get them there!  Their MESS just might become their MESSAGE!  1 John 2:15 “Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.”

So, we are back to why do bad things happen to good people.  We have to remember that some things we will not know this side of heaven.  I firmly believe it is a matter you will need to bring before God if your faith is wavering. “Hear then the parable of the sower: When anyone hears the word of the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what has been sown in his heart. This is what was sown along the path. As for what was sown on rocky ground, this is the one who hears the word and immediately receives it with joy, yet he has no root in himself, but endures for a while, and when tribulation or persecution arises on account of the word, immediately he falls away. As for what was sown among thorns, this is the one who hears the word, but the cares of the world and the deceitfulness of riches choke the word, and it proves unfruitful.”

John 16:33 “These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.”

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My faith is what gets me through the day and I do not live in fear.  Bad things happen.  Covid is destroying families. Cancer is taking children (and adults). Hurricanes and tsunamis are erasing villages and cities. But when my life is over, I want to stand before the Lord and hear, Matt. 25:21 “His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’

It’s that time of year.  You know, when people say Happy Holidays! Or Merry Christmas!  But for most, the whirl of a year of grief did not just start all over again.  Don’t ask me why I thought something magical would happen after a year and things would all of a sudden get better.  If anything, I feel I’ve turned a corner to a different kind of grief.  I knew walking through things with his senior class would be tough, but not this tough.  There are definitely more tears publicly and at night when I go to bed.  But as hard as I try, they just don’t stop.  I told a friend today that I have actually cried out to the Lord “Why!” knowing the answers all along.  If He’s my father, he already knows my heart and has a big enough lap to handle my needs.

It doesn’t help that the majority of his support group at church has either fallen away, moved to another church, or they are at college.  That is why I was so excited when they came home at Thanksgiving.  Trey always hung with the older crowd at church.  Even though I thought I was well on my way to having my identity being Lisa Erwin and not just Trey’s mom, I have always said, I will ALWAYS be Trey’s mom!  It’s a hard scale to balance.

I hear him now – Mom, the Sound of Music is on! Nothing makes sense.  This intense, gut wrenching pain that you keep suppressed just below the surface bubbles each day and just when you don’t expect it ~ that pain comes out in tears, silence, or the overwhelming desire to not roll out of bed.  Or, as I am sitting in traffic and you see the 18 wheeler coming up behind you and you think to yourself for a split second that you don’t care if it stops.  Then you shake yourself back into reality.  That’s the definition of being hit by a Mack truck and I know what it feels like.  This is daily.  Trust me, it’s nothing a drug can cure.

I’ve been reading the book The Circle Maker and one thing the author did was take a break from social media in order to finish his book.  I’ve tossed that idea around in my head because I don’t think I’ll ever get it finished unless I concentrate on it.  But also, social media adds so many reminders that may not fit our family any longer.  If you were to drive by our house each night you would think we were not at home.  The house is dark, no lights, no life.  Only the light of the tv and usually everyone is a different room.

But days were once different.  When at Christmas, Jay and I spent too much money on our kids for Christmas.  I remember one Christmas Trey sat on a bar stool and his boxes were higher than the stool and he had his arm on them.  Oh, I have pictures.  We have tried this year to buy for Collin, but nothing can make up for the loss of Trey.  And really, it shouldn’t because buying gifts is not what Christmas is all about.  I have a dear friend who is an attorney who shared this story with me years ago.  When her children were little, she started out only giving them three gifts each.  She explained to them that is what the wise men brought to Jesus when he was born.  Her Godly example still speaks to my heart.

Christ was born in a small stable, to Mary and Joseph.  How did they feel?  As Christ grew He knew what He would be facing.  He knew that He was born to die.  This was His purpose. Yet as He was to die for our sins, He was distressed as it says in Mark 14:34-35

“And He said to them, “My soul is deeply grieved to the point of death; remain here and keep watch.” And He went a little beyond them, and fell to the ground and began to pray that if it were possible, the hour might pass Him by.  And He was saying, “Abba! Father! All things are possible for You; remove this cup from Me; yet not what I will, but what You will.”

I think it takes more than a year for me to accept as a mother that my son was born for a purpose, to live for four months with a horrible disease, and die.  All he said was that he wanted to be normal.  In those early weeks he would cry and tell me he wanted to be normal.  Just he and I, we had a momma and son moment and he just cried.  That was about the only time he ever showed any kind of desire to understand what was going on in his life.  And I couldn’t give it to him.  But that’s when his faith took off more.

So as we play with elves, watch Buddy the Elf, shop at every store for the Xbox One, make Christmas candy, do all the things that are our family traditions, I am doing my best to remind myself that it’s all just fluff and Christ is the reason for Christmas.  If it weren’t for His birth and death, I would have no way to cope with the death of my own son.  I would have no hope of eternity.  Even in grief, my hope is still in the Lord.  But as much as people try to understand, you can’t understand how much I miss my buddy.  Because you know what, above all, he wasn’t ashamed of his momma.  And that makes me proud.  I’m proud of you Trey Erwin.  For reminding me to worship The Great I Am.

I love the way wet leaves will leave an impression on concrete.  Sometimes the impression is perfect in form and sometimes it is distorted around the edges.  Eventually, the impression of the leaves will fade with time due to weather.  But while they are there, some go noticed (by me) and some are walked on and/or overlooked.

Last evening as I was working on my book, I just happened to be at the part that talked about the influence and impression that one man made on Trey.  At the same time, he jumped on Facebook.  That would be Keith Cochran, aka Rev. Keith Cochran, or to most of us, Papa K!  We were able to have a short text conversation, talk about getting together soon, and I warned him to not be surprised that he might see me in Tupelo in his congregation for a visit.  What he doesn’t know is that before Trey died, Trey asked me, “Is Papa K leaving?”  That kid could pick up on everything.  That came from his relationship with Keith.  Keith did end up leaving Germantown Baptist to be called as a Pastor of his own church.  What a blessing!

I will never forget the night we got the news that Trey would need to have emergency surgery the next day and he might not survive the surgery OR he could attempt a procedure at West Clinic.  The youth were in New Orleans on a mission trip.  Trey’s first request was I want my brother home (and Julianne, Cody, Hunter and a couple of others). Keith had the worst migraine. We share in our love for those.  He was determined to go pick up those kids and get them home.  I told him absolutely not!  He couldn’t even see straight! It worked out that Bretta and another friend were able to drive all night to get the kids and bring them home.  And Trey’s procedure at West Clinic was successful.  Sacrifice for a young boy and his family.  Is that what Christ would do?  I think so.  That’s why Keith was the first person I called at 10 p.m. that night because I already knew his character.

Keith and Trey had years to cultivate their relationship.  Others have what are called “first impressions.”  I strongly believe that as Christians, our first impressions are very important.  We set the tone for our character, our beliefs, our attitude, and our boundaries.  Sometimes that first impression is as simple as a smile.  Some of our impressions are left on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc. and not in a positive way.  Trust me, I know.  There is one fly in the ointment with impressions – people believe Christians are perfect.  WHAT? We are not? Of course we are not! The only perfect human to walk this earth was Jesus Christ and HE is the impression we need to base our life upon.

Hebrews 5:7-9

“In the days of His flesh, He offered up both prayers and supplications with loud crying and tears to the One able to save Him from death, and He was heard because of His piety.  Although He was a Son, He learned obedience from the things which He suffered.  And having been made perfect, He became to all those who obey Him the source of eternal salvation…”

Jesus cried, loudly, to the “One able to save Him from death”.  Jesus was human, yet in the same scripture it says “And having been made perfect, He became to all those who obey Him the source of eternal salvation.”  I do not want to be perfect because I cannot save anyone.  Only Jesus has the power of salvation.  But he “learned obedience from the things which He suffered.”  This is the impression I want to learn from and leave.

I would hate to think that my first impression would lead someone to believe that my Christian life is distorted like the fading of the leaf.  In reality, it will happen.  We all have bad days, make mistakes, but it is how we recover from those bad days that matter.  I have a question for you to think about.  How do you hold a Christian accountable for their impression?  Will your impression remain or fade? Here is our promise!

Isaiah 40:3-8

A voice is calling,
“Clear the way for the Lord in the wilderness;
Make smooth in the desert a highway for our God.
“Let every valley be lifted up,
And every mountain and hill be made low;
And let the rough ground become a plain,
And the rugged terrain a broad valley;
Then the glory of the Lord will be revealed,
And all flesh will see it together;
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”
A voice says, “Call out.”
Then he answered, “What shall I call out?”
All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
When the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever!

Yes, no matter what our impression has been, the word of our God stands forever!

I have been at Mayo Clinic since last Tuesday.  I told a few close friends before I left but I just didn’t want to set off any alarms.  I have had serious migraine headaches since I was a child and for obvious reasons, they have not been getting better.  In the last six months I have had to make an ER visit because my meds at home would not work.  I am SO very blessed to have a friend in Dr. Bob Waller, President Emeritus of Mayo Clinic.  He was able to make a call and the next thing I knew I was making flight arrangements for my trip.  To say the last year has been a little stressful is an understatement.

I really did not know what to expect when I arrived.  I flew in on Tuesday alone and Jay did not fly in until Wednesday night.  So, Jay missed my initial consultation with the doctor.  The facility is incredible.  It is its own city!  As I waited for the doctor on Wednesday, I overheard a lady say, oh, that’s okay, I’ve been waiting for six hours.  And immediately, it took me back…back to St. Jude, back to those hours of waiting in the clinic to see the doctors.  Trey would get so tired of waiting.  I saw so many people with computers, books, papers, etc. and I thought WOW, I hope I have enough to keep me occupied.  I sat for maybe 15 minutes.  I don’t know why they were waiting.  And I don’t think that is the norm.

I really liked Dr. Boes (pronounced Bays).  He was very thorough and very, very interested in Trey.  During the reflex exam, I had to remove my socks and shoes. (REASON NUMBER 2,569 THAT I GOT A TATTOO) and he saw my ankle.  I laughed and said, yes, at age 48 I got a tattoo in memory of my son and I began to explain Simba, quote James 1:2-3, and tell how Trey received the news of his cancer and tweeted Hakuna Matata.  A smile came on his face and he just said, how cool.  Of course, all of my reflexes were fine.

We talked about all the different meds I have tried from antidepressants, beta blockers, anti-seizure meds, preventative meds, narcotics, etc.  Then he ordered tests.  He ordered the standard MRI and since I had at once been diagnosed with sleep apnea, he ordered an oxygen sleep text.  Basically I wore an ET probe on my finger all night and slept in my own bed for them to monitor the dips in my oxygen and if I stopped breathing.  The results of that test were minimal.  Not enough for me to go back to Memphis and see the sleep doctor! Yeah!

When I left the office, they gave me about three pages of appointments for my tests, directions, instructions, etc.  I walked out of the office, got on the elevator (that could probably fit 50 people) and I felt everything suddenly closing in around me.  All I could hear were people talking about their tests, chemo, appointments and the flight or fight feeling kicked in.  Jay wasn’t here yet, so I just went in a lobby area by a grand piano and sat and sat and sat.  Oddly enough, I had posted “If I only had a brain…” earlier in the day and later on Thursday, someone was singing from the piano that song.  Whoa.

I went Thursday afternoon for my MRI.  They ask you 10 times if you have any kind of metal, but why would they ask you about a tattoo? So, reason number 2,570 I was able to tell why I had a tattoo and they so sweetly told me, it’s only for eyeliner.  Well, you asked.  While I was in the MRI, I thought of Trey and Collin, my sweet boys.  I thought of how I was just getting this done just for preventative reasons and how Collin will have these for the rest of his life not knowing what will show.  And Trey, he knew.  And only had one.  There was no time or reason for another.  I just began to feel so insignificant for even being here.  Migraines, bah.

There was another thing I thought of while being in the MRI.  My mother has always blamed herself for the reason for my migraines.  If you have hereditary anything, you will know that you cannot control how it passes to you.  I know my mother will be pleased with this visit.  You always hurt for your child.  Just like we hurt for Trey and Collin.  We have no control over the hereditary P16 gene and know that it is all in God’s hands and in his control, just like my headaches.  All we can do in BOTH cases is educate ourselves, take care of ourselves, and bring awareness to help others.  I hope I have done that.

My MRI turned out fine.  They only saw one enlarged blood vessel, but nothing that would be contributing to my migraines.  We talked about the future for my migraines and his suggestions.  All of his notes will be forward to my doctor in Memphis.  He did tell me to get off one of my medications, which I have already done.  It causes major fatigue and that is really a big problem I am having right now.  I can sleep anywhere, anytime.  But, he did say, after the last year, that is not uncommon.  I didn’t like that answer.  I want energy.  You know what you have to do to get energy? Exercise! OH SHUT UP! Did I just say exercise?? Jay and I both know when we get home that exercise and diet is in our future.  It won’t cure my headaches, but I will feel better.

I’ll go ahead and tell you that his recommendation was to begin botox injections every three months.  My doctor in Memphis suggested this a year ago.  The FDA has approved these injections.  Just have to make sure insurance likes it!  Relpax has always worked for me, if I catch my headaches at the right time.  That’s the problem, catching them.  They will start on Wednesday or Thursday and by Saturday it’s too late.  He wants me to switch to Imitrex, but it causes chest pressure.  If you have panic attacks, like I do, I told him that is why I have not tried the drug.  He said the plus with Imitrex is that it is in shot form, gets in your system quicker, and then I might not have to use my heavier drugs.  Makes sense.  He has other ideas if these simple solutions do not work.  If this doesn’t work, try this.  If this doesn’t work, do this, etc.  Some I have done any may have to tweak.  Like Jay has always said, that’s why they call it “practicing” medicine.

Overall, I am very, very thankful for my visit here.  Second opinions are always best!

Jay and I spent the rest of Friday at the Mall of America for a little light shopping.  On the ride back in the shuttle, we both had a good laugh.  We renamed our trip – Mayo Vacation.  The driver told us he had to make another stop before returning to Rochester.  We thought, okay.  He said he was going to Target. Huh?  He picked up a gentleman from Target.  This gentleman stepped in and sat in the very front seat.  He had not been on the van for five minutes and my throat began to close up.  The heat was on high and I just hung my head on the seat in front of me.  The driver asked the gentleman, do you live in Rochester? He said no, I just go in to see my girlfriend, I work at Target.  I told Jay, he must have walked down every aisle and used every tester bottle!  The next sign said, 4o miles to Rochester.  Ugh.  I leaned against the window because the rattling of the plastic in the van made it sound like we were going to fall apart. Fa ra ra ra ra, Ra ra ra ra!

It will be good to get home, where I can sleep in my own bed with my two labs asleep at the foot of the bed.

I had so many people ask me if I went to New York on vacation.  I wish it were vacation.  I want to call it a mission, a very important mission.  So I would like to take this opportunity to explain exactly how I got to this point.

Over a year ago when Trey was in the stage of being diagnosed, Trey’s oncologist at St. Jude contacted Dr. Dave Tuveson to ask his opinion about a child of 15 being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.  He said it was not possible. (Dr. Tuveson tells me now that he was contacted then.) Dr. Tuveson is a world renowned physician, scientist, speaker, you name it!  Trey’s doctor had attended a seminar type study under Dr. Tuveson and he had served as her “preceptor”.  So that is the connection between St. Jude (Dr. Federico) and Dr. Tuveson.

I did not know, but Dr. Tuveson kept up with Trey’s short progression and knew of his passing.  After Trey’s passing, I was a guest of The Orchard and it was my first time to speak.  In the congregation was a man by the name of Bob Bean.  Bob came to me and said I think I know of a man you need to talk with.  It was Dr. Dave Tuveson.

In October of 2012, I called Dr. Tuveson and he asked that I email him a brief history of Trey’s story.  We knew at that time that Collin had been diagnosed with the P16 gene, but we were reluctant to share this information to protect Collin.  I think Dave was still a little resistant that Trey had pancreatic cancer (I’m giggling).  He forwarded our information to someone that he thought could help us at the National Cancer Institute and it was a dead end, but Dr. Tuveson never knew this fact.

About a week ago, Dr. Tuveson sent me an email that began:

Mrs. Erwin:  I hope you and your family are doing well….I would like your permission to borrow your story as a motivation point….

The email immediately got my interest.  I contacted him to find out exactly what he would be using and why.  He told me that the Cold Springs Harbor Institute has an annual fundraiser and as a part of that fundraiser they chose what he spoke about to use in their mission statement.  He told me he did not remember a lot of what he said except that when they asked him what made him so passionate about pancreatic cancer research, Trey’s story came to mind.  He told me on the phone that he remembers being so angry that a 15 year old would die of pancreatic cancer.  I had to agree with him.

We gave them permission to use the video, of course, knowing that each person that viewed the video would also view Trey’s faith story.  My sister, Donna, and I ended up in staying at Cold Springs which sprawls over 120 beautiful acres on Long Island.  We arrived on Sunday night late at Cold Springs and they housed us in an apartment on the property.  There are many apartments on the property for visiting scientists, etc.  Early Monday morning, Dr. Tuveson met us for a tour of his lab.  There are many things I can say about the tour.  The one thing that stuck out the most is that all of his staff are so passionate about their work.  He tells them their job is to put HIM out of a job.  They are working very hard!  But MY mission was for each scientist there to look at me and know WHY they are working.  I did not hesitate to pull out my pictures of Trey nor did I hesitate to talk about Collin.  To say they were stunned is an understatement.  At one point, I just spread Trey and Collin’s pictures across the table from October of 2011 until senior recognition at the football game a couple of weeks ago.  Pictures tell many stories.

On the way to the fundraiser in Manhattan, I gave Dr. Tuveson a St. Jude pin.  He said that he had never been to Memphis.  I asked that he put it on his desk somewhere so that he will not forget Trey and why he was working.  He laughed and said he would never forget Trey.

Sure, Donna and I met celebrities; talk over an hour with Dr. Jim Watson who discovered the structure of DNA and won a Nobel Prize, but what I remember the most was the beginning of the dinner and the video.  It’s actually THEIR mission statement.  When it got to the part where Dave began talking, I didn’t hear a word he said.  All I could do was look at Trey and cry.  Luckily, I was turned to look at a screen, the room was dark, but Dave saw the tears rolling and he asked if I was okay.  I just smiled and said yes.  The emotions of the day had caught up with me.  And there was Trey, my buddy, not saying a word, but smiling for a video that he never thought would be shown to people that would promote awareness of pancreatic cancer.  He was smiling because he just because he always did.

I was able to talk to Deborah Norville after she had me on the stage.  We talked about being moms and how well we know our children.  She said, if people will just listen to moms!  I laughed and told her that I am usually right when something is wrong with the dog!  It made me think a little more.  God did instill something in mothers.  I’m not sure what it is.  Donna told me a week ago, “Just think, two years ago you were just a regular mom with two teens.”  God knew what the path would be for me, for Trey, for our family.  As a mom, it’s been hard.  That is one thing that I have told a lot of people.  You can separate yourself as the speaker, the writer, the teacher, and stand pretty tall.  But when it comes to being the mom, well, I tend to crumble.  I’ll always be Trey and Collin’s mom.  That will never be taken away from me.  And as hard as it is to explain all of this to Collin right now, we are doing our best for him.  I think he understands more than he lets on and that’s okay.  I do the same thing when I say I’m okay when I’m not.  It’s called self-preservation because no one can walk in your shoes.  Believe me, there are days that I wish some of you could!

At the end of the evening, there were many hugs from people who were grateful we had attended the event.  I am hopeful our mission resulted in many dollars for the Institute.  It was just a small part that Trey and his mom played, but it was our mission that God had ordained.  I just pray it is fruitful.

“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” Acts 1:8

 

 

Today I had my physical.  You know, those visits you are supposed to have every year, but I have flown under the radar and have seemed to get away with not going in for about two or three years.  Luckily, my internist, is a friend of ours, Art Franklin, or better known as Dr. E. Arthur Franklin.  He and Jay worked together years ago at the Baptist Minor Meds before he went into practice, and when he did, we decided to follow him.  All I can say is, great physician, great guy.

I think we spent more time talking about Trey today than we did me.  That was okay with me, but I think we both knew that Trey has a lot to do with what is going on with me physically.  Am I getting enough sleep and is it quality sleep? How are my migraines? What about my fatigue? Is my depression better?  What is my blood pressure, EKG, blood work, chest x-ray, etc.  We went down each road one by one.  Some roads I didn’t mind traveling and some brought many tears.

Dr. Franklin asked a very good question.  What has been the dumbest question anyone has asked you over the last year or anyone has said?  I just had to laugh and I told him that no one has ever asked me that!  I really had to sit and think!  But it came to me and when I told him, we both agreed.  I distinctly remember receiving a telephone call from someone I did not know and they told me I was making a mistake by choosing the coarse of treatment that we did.  I don’t blame them for trying to help, it’s just the way they went about it.  At the time of Trey’s diagnosis, people came out of the woodwork for what they thought was best for Trey.  Dr. Franklin agreed with our philosophy.  The latest and GREATEST medical news for cancer would be known by St. Jude and West Clinic within days of anyone else knowing it.  It was not like someone would be withholding the cure for pancreatic cancer in order to punish millions of people.

And then we watched a recent football video I have.  I told him of how I look at so many pictures daily and to watch him move like that is just odd.  Then came another question I just have not thought of.  He asked me would I rather remember him during those days or have the memories of the last four months.  What a hard question.  The memories that are most vivid are of his last four months, but I would much rather have vivid memories of his laughter with his friends, seeing him running down the football field, worshipping in church, wrestling with his dad, and playing basketball with his Uncle T and Bobby.  As hard as I try, I can’t regain those memories.  My plans are to find as many videos as I can to recall memories.  You know, that’s my fear, that I will forget.

Dr. Franklin then said something about parenting and we were talking about Collin and he said he bet it was hard to scold Collin for that bad grade, etc.  And I said, oh just the opposite! If anything, we have learned to continue living life. Sometimes that is actually the most difficult thing to do.  We are trying, as hard as it may be, we are trying.  It is a tug-of-war game, I feel like at times. There are day that you are tugged into the past and days that you pulled into the present. Then there are days you don’t want to be pulled into either and you just want people to leave you alone.  I asked the question of Pastor Charles last week if I could just pull the covers over my head – his answer was no.  It seems he and my doctor agree.  YOLO – You Only Live Once is not an excuse to make bad decisions.  Fact is, we only have one life and one day, we will stand before God to be held accountable for the life we lived.

I left knowing only a few things.  I still have a broken heart.  Something a medical doctor will not be able to heal. Many things come with that broken heart, but it is up to me as to how I handle the side effects.  Here is where Dr. Franklin will help me manage those side effects. I am so thankful for the trust I have in my physician on earth and the Great Physician, my Heavenly Father.  Both know what is best for me and it’s not the latest diet pill! (Darn)  With God as my Great Physician, he is in the process of healing many things from the last year.  As Dr. Franklin said, he would never begin to put himself in our position, even though he has recently experienced some his elder patients dying.  As I told Dr. Franklin, there are many things I hope to speak into people’s lives that are walking down paths where they think there is no hope.  If my God, who is so great, can use what we have experienced for good, then I have no choice but to speak up and use what He has given us.

Dr. Franklin was in the room with me today when I got the news that mom will be going into a new assisted living residence and she received her apartment number.  Her apartment number is 13.  We both just grinned! He knew it was Trey’s number.  How cool is that!

Tomorrow, I’m taking my apple to work, with a little low fat caramel, and my sweet conversation with my physician to work with me.  I will be praying for a little more energy, which we are working on, and fewer headaches.  Today, I am thankful for Dr. E. Arthur Franklin.  A friend to our family, a doctor to my husband, me, my mother, and others in my family.  That apple won’t keep me away.  Like he told me today, if you need me and you just don’t feel right, call me.  That I will Art Franklin, that I will.

“These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:32-33