Next Steps, Fundraising, and Holding Pattern

   Last week, I shared with you about how Aaron and I have started the process to hopefully adopt a child with special needs from out of foster care. Currently, we are in somewhat of a holding pattern as we wait for our foster care classes to begin, but since we are not very good at staying still, we have entered full force into fundraising mode.
   After I posted our blog last week I was overwhelmed by the support we received and the offers from people who want to help. One of those people was a friend who is incredibly creative, named Kim. Kim contacted me the morning after I posted the blog and told me about these beautiful prints that she has designed.

 
 These prints are available online here: http://kd316.com/2015/06/13/heart-hope-justice-adoption-aaron-and-lisa-tant/. Each print sells for $16 and $10 from each sale will go towards our adoption fund.
     I am an Usborne Books and More consultant and my upline suggested that I do Parties for a Cause. So for the rest of this summer, every party I do, whether it be a home party, a Facebook party, or an e-show, will be Party for a Cause, with 20% of the retail sales going towards our adoption fund. I am very excited about this because I get to share something that I love with people and help children get their hands on amazing books, all while raising money to prepare to expand my family. Doesn't get much better than that! You can learn more about Usborne by going to my website: https://z3029.myubam.com/103894

   

 Another way we are raising money and involving our family in North Carolina is by doing a Cards for a Cause fundraiser through Usborne. Our family is selling boxes of greeting cards for $30. Each box has 30 individually wrapped greeting cards with envelopes and these are the really nice cards that normally cost $4 at the store. There are 2 general boxes and a Kids' box. The general boxes have a variety of cards-get well cards, thank you cards, birthday cards, etc. The Kids' box has 30 kid-friendly birthday cards. The best part is that $13 of every box sold will go to our adoption fund. 

  

  Towards the end of July or the beginning of August, we will be having a yard sale. Several of our friends have offered to go through their stuff and donate items for the sale. Aaron is the least excited about this particular fundraiser as he does not like yard sales, however we are committed to raising money however we can.

    Finally, we also have a GoFundMe page. 

    So that is where we are, taking our next steps and trying to be productive while in our current holding pattern. Continue to pray for us throughout this journey and if you are interested in any of our fundraisers, please let me know. 

Stepping out of the Hypothetical

    A little less than a year ago I shared with everyone my family's desire to begin the adoption process. In all honesty, even though we had a time frame in mind, adoption was still a very hypothetical "one day we'll do it" type of thing. That all changed a few weeks ago.
    My mom and sister were up for a visit and one evening my mom was contacted by a friend who is a social worker. This friend shared with my mom that a child with special needs was going to be available for adoption soon. As my mom was describing the child, I immediately said, "I want him." There was no hesitation on my part, I just knew that he was the child I wanted.
    I talked about it with Aaron and it didn't take long for him to get on board as well. We started feeling the waters to see if adopting this child, who is currently in another state, was even a possibility. After talking to our friend, we learned that inter-state adoption was very much a possibility and that our next step was to beginning the process of being licensed as foster parents in our state. It just happened to work out that the very day we called to get information they were having an information meeting that night. Attending the meeting was the first step in becoming foster parents and we signed up that night to begin classes the first weekend in August. This morning someone from county where this child is called us and reaffirmed that inter-state adoption was possible and that we are definitely on the right track to adopt this child. In the matter of a few days, adoption went from a "one day hypothetical" to a very real possibility.
     So what's next? While we are waiting to begin our foster care classes there are several things that need to be done. First is we need to do some remodeling on our home. The biggest priority is remodeling the basement. Currently we have a guest room on our main floor which will need to become this child's room. That means that our basement, that is partially finished but not a very pleasant place, needs to be remodeled into a functioning guest space. We would also like to open up our kitchen to accommodate more people. Another large purchase we will need to make is a mini-van. Currently, our vehicle cannot comfortably seat 5 people, and this child will require equipment that will require more storage space in our vehicle.
    All of these things unfortunately cost money (oh how I wish we still worked on the barter system). We do not wish to go into more debt, so we are going to begin fundraisers in the coming weeks. We plan to do a Cards for a Cause fundraiser, a yard sale, search for grants, publicize our GoFundMe page, and ask for people with skills to donate their time and skills. Our goal is to raise enough money to purchase an appropriate vehicle and do the necessary renovations in our home. Then if there is any money left over we will use that money to pay down our debt. We want to be the best stewards of our resources so that we can best care for our children, and we feel that getting rid of our debt is one way to do that.
     We will attend pre-service classes every Saturday in August and then at the end of that month our first home visit will be scheduled. Our hope is that all the necessary renovations are complete by this point. During this time of waiting my husband and I also plan on becoming experts in this child's disability so that we are prepared when the time comes.
     During the next few months please pray with us and for us. Pray that we will continue to have smooth sailing with the process. Pray that we will be able to raise the necessary money to do all that needs to be done before our home is ready to welcome another child. Pray that we will continue to have realistic expectations through this process. We understand that this will not be a quick process or an easy transition and that there is a chance that this child will be placed with another family.
 

Silent No More

 

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     It has been a long time since I have written anything. In fact my last post was on November 11, 2014. Over the past couple of days I have been reading back through my old posts and realized that all of them had hope and pointed to Christ. I think the reason I haven't written is because over the past few months I have lost my hope. I have stopped looking to Christ as my comfort. I have let fear and shame and sadness silence me. I have been hiding my pain, but no more. Today I reclaim my voice and I share the ugly truth.
     About a month ago I was on my way to church and I was angry. Aaron and I had had yet another argument and I had stormed out. I was mad at life and like I so often do when I am alone in the car, I started talking to myself. My youngest sister, who passed away in October, was heavy on mind and heart and I began thinking that maybe I was not processing my grief well and that was manifesting itself in anger at everyone and everything.
     At church I ran into the wife of one of our elders, she and her husband head up the counseling ministry as a matter of fact. I realized in that moment that God had intervened and put me in the same space as the person who could help me. I basically stalked this woman until she and I could have a few moments alone. I shared with her some of the things that were plaguing my soul and she shared with me the steps I needed to take to receive Gospel Care and she prayed with me. Later that night she touched base with me again and we agreed that I would go through Gospel Care with our church's family pastor since I had been serving in the children's ministry for years.
    It took a few weeks but schedules finally worked out and two Saturdays ago, our family pastor, Aaron, and I meet for our first session. I went into this meeting thinking that I would be working through grief, but realized that there was so much more going on.
    My pastor shared that anger is a surface level emotion and that there is something deeper going on. Anger is easier than actually dealing with the real emotion. We spent this first meeting trying to determine what is going on deep in my soul. I shared with my pastor and my husband how I feel alone and like I shouldn't be sad about my sister since we didn't have a strong relationship and how I have irrational fears. I have actually shared about my fears and anxieties on the blog before. However, before that day I never realized just how far back my fears go.
     As we were talking I realized that my irrational fears go back to my childhood. I was a cautious kid who thought about the consequences before doing anything. I was a rule-follower to a fault. In fact, to this day I don't like The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss because the Cat was not supposed to be there and the kids did things they weren't supposed to do. My pastor asked me if I would ever tell anyone when I was afraid as a child and said, "not really, I would usually isolate myself in my room. I didn't tell my parents because I didn't want to add a burden to them." As we talked I also realized that I didn't share my fear because I was ashamed, I didn't want to be seen as weak or wrong or broken. I didn't want to make waves, so I buried my pain and I isolated myself. I'm pretty sure that my parents to this day don't know how often I was afraid as I child, sorry Mom and Dad. I don't fault my parents AT ALL, I am pretty good at hiding.
     I walked away from that meeting realizing that I get angry when I feel I am losing control, which I know is an illusion to begin with. I admitted to myself and my husband that I have irrational, exaggerated fears that at times can paralyze me. There are many things I don't even try or give up on almost immediately for fear of failing. I also realized that I have exaggerated shame. Because I never felt like I could share my fears or pain or failings, my shame became exaggerated. The hardest part was admitting that I don't trust Christ. I am Christian and I know all the right answers, I know that when I am afraid I should remember that God is in control, but I don't. Before this week, it had been a very long time since I had opened my Bible to have a quiet time. I was retreating from the Lord and I had stopped trusting that he could handle my life.
    As much as I hate to admit it, I struggle with depression and irrationality. I have seen this in very vivid ways this week. When I make a mistake, instead of learning from that mistake and growing, I spiral down into a self-loathing pit where I think, "I am screw-up and I am ruining my husband's life, he would be better off without me, it would be better if I was invisible." Having a clean house matters to my husband and this week I have been trying to make a more conscious effort to clean. However, I feel like a child because I once I clean something I immediately have to tell him what I did. I feel like I am jumping up and down saying, "look at me, look what I did, I am of value." I am so desperate for his affirmation that I sometimes force the issue.
     I have also seen this week how contradictory my behavior is to what I actually want from people. I pull away and isolate myself, yet I don't want to be alone. I act cold towards my husband when what I want most is for him to pull me in. I hide away my pain for fear of disapproval when what I want most is someone to step in to my darkness and see what is really there. I make myself invisible when all I want is to be seen and known.
     This morning we started a sermon series at church about feelings and we started the series off by talking about sadness and working through Psalm 77. Before our pastor began preaching the text he talked about the factors that cause sadness. There are situational factors, like losing a loved one or losing a job, there are physical factors, like stress and fatigue, and then there is clinical depression. As he was talking about clinical depression I realized for the first time that I am mostly afraid that one day I am going to be diagnosed with a mental illness. Mental illness runs in my family and the odds that I too have a mental illness are actually strong. I am afraid that I am crazy.
     I write this because I don't want to hide anymore. I no longer want to let my fear choke me and silence my voice. I no longer want my shame to paralyze me. I don't want to be invisible any longer, I want to be seen and known for all I am, even the ugly parts. I don't want to hide my pain and pretend that everything is okay. I want to trust that Christ does understand where I am and that he is in the midst of my darkness. I want to run to my Father instead of retreating into myself.
     There will be no Bible verses to end this post. I will not be sharing ways to love well a person struggling with the junk I struggle with. This is the beginning of my journey and I hope that you will come along with me. At times my journey will be dark and ugly, but there will also be times of joy and hope. My goal is to use this blog as a way to reclaim my voice. I have suffered in silence for too long, it is time to speak up and as my family pastor said, "make waves." Finally pray for me as I make this journey. Pray for my husband to have patience and understanding as he takes this journey with me. Pray for my kids that they will be able to see and learn how to deal with emotions in a healthy way through my journey. Pray for the people who are helping me along the way that God will use them to speak truth to my soul.

What You May Not Realize About People in Grief

 

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    A month ago my 20 year-old sister died suddenly and unexpectedly from complications of diabetes and heart disease. This has been one of the most difficult months of my life as I have only just begun to process my grief and I as learn to accept this new reality in which my sister is not here. One thing that I have learned is that when you experience a significant loss, grief sometimes seeps into every aspect of your life.
   Grief takes on many forms as you process it, or as it is more popularly stated, it has many stages. People who are dealing with loss typically go through these five stages: Denial and Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. I have written before on the all consuming anger of grief, but today I want to share some things about a person dealing with grief that you may not realize.
 
Sometimes they are just sad. I like to think of myself as a pretty happy person. I like to joke around and smile and laugh. Most of the time I have a positive and cheery demeanor about me. But since my sister's death, I have noticed that there are days when I am just sad. I don't smile as much, I don't laugh as easily, and I feel just down. Sometimes I don't realize right away why I am sad; it actually takes me a while to remember, oh yeah, my sister died. Sadness is just a part of the game when dealing with grief and asking a grieving person what's wrong is not helpful, because sometimes we don't know what's wrong. When you come across a grieving person who is sad, offering them a smile and hug and lifting a silent prayer goes a long way.

They feel guilty for not being sad. I have two amazing kids and a fantastic husband and pretty spectacular friends. In the past month I have taken my kiddos on field trips and trick-or-treating, I have been on amazing dates with my husband, and I have laughed and carried on with my friends. There have been some amazing moments in the past month that have brought me great joy. Those moments have joy have also brought me moments of guilt because in those moments I am not really missing my sister. I have had thoughts like, "how can I be so happy when my sister just died?" and "what kind of person am I for not missing my sister every moment?" I know that these are not healthy thoughts, and thankfully by God' grace, my guilt is normally short lived, but it is still there. People who are grieving are naturally going to feel guilt at times, it is just a part of the process. In those moments, remind them that the best way to honor their loved ones memory is to live life to the fullest and also that their joy does not in any way diminish their sadness.

Sometimes they just want to be alone. When someone you love is grieving, you want to help them in any way you can. You may think that they never need to be alone so that the sadness does not overwhelm them, but sometimes being alone in our grief is a good thing. There are times when the loss of my sister is a sharp sadness that knocks me backwards. On those days I don't want to be around a bunch of people and honestly I just want to stay in bed and hide from the world. I may be wrong, but I feel this is a healthy part of the grieving process. Being alone allows me to really feel my emotions without feeling like I have to put up a front for others. Understand that the desire to be alone is normal, and that unless it becomes an all day, everyday thing, people in grief to be given the space to be alone. When your loved one wants to be alone, let them, and pray hard for them, as they are more than likely dealing with heavy emotions.

Sometimes they just want a shoulder to cry on. Tears are a normal part of the grieving process and they should be allowed to flow freely and as often as necessary. When the tears are falling, we don't need words or advice or for you to fix it, we simply need for you to be there, offering a hug, a shoulder, and tissues. Crying is cathartic and not a sign that something is broken, it is simply a sign that someone is hurting.

They are more sensitive to criticism and arguments. My husband and I are both passionate, emotional, stubborn people and we do not always agree on everything. Our personalities lead to arguments and fights and stretches of silent passive aggressiveness. However, since my sister died, when my husband and I disagree, I don't get mad, I break down sobbing and have anxiety attacks. I am much more sensitive than I was a month ago. This is not to say that you should walk on egg shells around someone who is grieving or that you should not criticize them or get into arguments with them, just know that they may not respond as they normally would to those things. When I am breaking down emotionally, I don't care if my husband and I are in a fight, he is still the one I want holding me as I sob. Be sensitive to the emotional roller coaster we are feeling and love us through it.

Talking about what happened is not easy.  I have spoken about this a little in a previous blog post, but I want to touch on it again. People are naturally curious and when something tragic happens to someone they care about, they want to know details. It is not easy to talk about what happened to my sister. When I have to rehash the circumstances around her death, it is like reopening a wound. My suggestion is to not bring up what happened unless we do. This may not work for every grieving person, but it is what works for me. When I want to talk, I will, don't push the subject.

Don't be surprised that they are still upset. This one is subtle and you may not even realize that you are doing it. I have some friends that I see weekly and they ask me every week how I'm doing. I can see in their eyes that they want my answer to be, "I'm doing great," but that just isn't the case normally. I consider it a good day if I am doing ok. When I respond that I am just ok, these well meaning friends will become very concerned and hug me and ask me what they can do to help me. Grief is not a short process, so don't be surprised when weeks after the loss, we are still upset and having "ok" days. Remember that there is no timeline to grief and allow us to still be sad or upset.

    Grief is an ugly monster that cannot be rushed or worked through like a 5-step program. It is hard to watch someone you love work through grief and it can leave you feeling helpless. You may want to jump in and fix it or help them work through their grief effectively and quickly. but that is what we need. We need the chance to be in our grief and feel our emotions on our own timetable. The best thing you can do for someone in grief is to walk with them in their grief, love them, pray for them, and encourage them. It means so much when someone reminds me to not rush my grief or that it's ok to be sad because grief takes time.

Submitting Even When I Don't Want To

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Ephesians 5:22-23 - "Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior."

Colossians 3:1 - "Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord."

1 Peter 3:1-2 - "Likewise, wives, be subject to your own husbands, so that even if some do not obey the word, they may be won without a word by the conduct of their wives, when they see your respectful and pure conduct."

   Sometimes this command is very easy for me. When my husband wants to switch cell phone carriers, I have no problem submitting to his will. When my husband says that we should move our money to a different bank, I go with it because I trust him. When my husband feels called to a different job, I voice my concerns, but ultimately leave the decision to him because I know that he wants what is best for our family. Although my husband is a wonderful leader, there are times when submitting to his leadership is not easy.
    Submission becomes difficult when my husband's leading prevents me from doing something I want to do. It is a rare situation for me to want something that is in opposition to what my husband wants, we are usually on the same page, but there have been times in our 8 years of marriage when we have wanted different things and not seen eye to eye. It is times like these when I need the Holy Spirit more than ever to help me fight the flesh.
     My youngest sister died just a month ago and her death has hit my family hard. My other sister and I want to do something to honor our sister's memory, and we settled on getting tattoos. My youngest sister loved tattoos and we thought getting matching tattoos of one her tattoos would be a fitting and appropriate tribute. There is one problem, my husband does not like tattoos, in fact he has a major problem with tattoos. I know that my husband does not like tattoos, but I wanted so desperately to get one in memory of my sister that I asked for his permission. It was not easy for me to ask my husband to allow me to do this because I knew he would not be thrilled with it. My hope was that he would understand my motives and grant me this request. 
     However, though he has not flat out said "no," my husband has made his feelings about the tattoo clear and I cannot in good conscience get one. I want to so desperately, but I can't. I must ultimately submit to my husband, even though it means not doing something I want very much.
    I know there are many people who will find my choice to obey my husband difficult to swallow. They are probably thinking, "why shouldn't you get a tattoo if you want one, it's your body!" Through a secular worldview that may be true, it is my body, but I live with a Biblical worldview that says a wife's body belongs to her husband, just as a husband's body belongs to his wife. I can't get a tattoo because my body is not my own, it now belongs to my husband.
    Others may think that I am a brainless doormat who is incapable of making my own decisions, and that is not true. I am not submitting to my husband because I am a doormat and can't make my own choices, on the contrary I am making the choice to honor my husband and not do something I really want. When I got married I promised to submit myself to his leadership and I am not one to break my promise.
     Though I know why submitting to my husband is the right thing to do, that does not make this any easier. I still want a tattoo and I have at times over the past month nagged and pestered my husband to give me the answer I want. I want very much for him to say, "Hey babe, I know this means a lot to you, and although I don't really agree with it, I am still going to let you do it." But that just isn't how life works.
      I could be spiteful and get the tattoo anyway. At one point, my husband was so tired of me asking about the tattoo that he told me to just do what I wanted to do. I could have taken that answer and run off to get the tattoo, but where would that have left our relationship. My husband would have felt a lot of resentment towards me and every time he saw the tattoo he would feel angry and hurt and remember how I did something he didn't want. I have to think about what I want more, a tattoo or my husband to be pleased with me. 
      It is not easy to submit to my husband when I don't agree with it or when submitting means I can't do something I want. My selfish flesh wants what I want and no one can tell me what to do. However, I am no longer my own, but I am a child of God and my being God's child means I have a different expectation for how I should live. This does not mean that I am always joyful in my submission or that I don't express my disappointment to me husband. This also does not mean that I am completely giving up what I want to make my husband happy. I am still praying that he will one day change his mind. I have made my desires known to my husband and the conversations still continue.
    Being submissive is not always easy. I also imagine it is very hard to be in my husband's shoes, carrying the weight of all our families decisions and disappointing me at times. But I cannot speak from that perspective, I can only speak from mine, in the role of the submissive party. The world would tell me to stop letting my husband rule over me and to make my own decisions and live my own life, and that would be the easiest thing to do, although that mindset might also lead to me living my own life without my husband. *Disclaimer: I am not in any way claiming that my husband would leave me if I got a tattoo, however, if I lived selfishly for myself all the time and only did what I wanted and did not consider my husband's wishes, it could very well cause irreparable damage to our relationship.*
     I must remember that I am not called to live by the world's standards, but I am instead called to live by God's standards, and God's word is very clear. I am commanded to submit to my husband as the head of my family, plain and simple. That means that I am to trust him to make the right choices for our family. It also means that even when I don't want to, I am to submit to his wishes. I don't have to like it and I am not called to be silent when there is something I want. I am well within my role as a godly wife to make my desires known to my husband and to plead with him to see my point of view, but in the end I am called to submit to his leading. 
    I don't want to submit to my husband all the time, but I choose to do it anyway. Apart from my relationship with God, the relationship I have with my husband is the most important one in my life. We are called to live out an earthly example of Christ and the church, and just as the church submits to Christ, I must submit to my husband. Yes, I want to do all the things I want to do, but I want a good relationship with my husband more, even if that means sacrificing my desires for him.

All Consuming Anger in Grief

 

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   Since October 7, 2014 I have been dealing with grief. It was on this day that I learned my 20 year old sister had died as a result of complications from diabetes and heart disease. Grief has become a permanent resident in my heart.

     As I’m sure you know there are 5 stages of grief: Denial and Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. We are told that everyone deals with grief differently and that these stages can’t be worked through like a checklist. There is no pre-determined order which you go through the stages and you never know how long each stage will last. And just because you have experienced a stage of grief, doesn’t mean that you are done with that stage forever. On the contrary, most of the time you find yourself bouncing back and forth between stages.

     I am not a stranger to grief and loss. I have dealt with significant loss every couple of years since I was in middle school. I have been caught off guard by loss and I have been prepared for it. I have felt the sting of someone choosing to end his life and felt the unexplainable joy when someone’s fighting and long suffering is finally over. Loss and grief and I know each other well.

     However, none of my experiences prepared me for that Tuesday evening when I received the call that my sister had been found dead in her apartment. I was not prepared for just how much this loss would affect my life. I was also not prepared for how all consuming my anger would become.

   When I first found out about my sister, while I was devastated, I also had a great peace from knowing that God was in control and that God was still good even in the midst of my suffering. I remember telling my husband and friends that this was the first time I could honestly say that I was not angry at God for what happened. That is still true. I still believe and take comfort in God’s sovereignty and goodness and I can honestly say that I am not really mad at God, but I am still very angry.

     I am angry at my sister. Her death was completely preventable. My sister had Type 1 diabetes and she did not manage her diabetes at all. She would not check her sugar regularly and she did not give herself her insulin shots like she was supposed to. We found out that she actually skipped an endocrinology appointment just 3 days before she died. Had she gone to the doctor, she most likely would not have died.

     I am angry at myself. My sister and I did not have a good relationship. She had only been my sister officially for three years, my parents adopted her when she was 17. The three years since my sister’s adoption were not easy and I watched from afar as she treated my parents horribly and made really poor decisions, and because of her behavior I kept my distance. It was easy because I was the oldest sibling, I had my own family to consume my time, and I lived in an entirely different state. It wasn't until earlier this year that I actually began to feel a burden for my sister and have a desire for a better relationship. I did reach out to her on a few occasions, but I could have done more. I could have treated her with more grace and compassion. I could have made more of an effort.

     I am angry at people who are not grieving the same way I am. Many people were affected by my sister’s death and they are all processing this loss in a different way. At times I find myself angry and annoyed because they are not dealing with everything the same way and they need different things than I do.

     I am angry at people who I don’t think should be as affected by my sister’s death as they are. I can be really selfish at times and I find myself thinking that other people do not deserve to feel grief because they did not have what I believe is a real relationship with my sister. It’s ugly and not cool, but it’s true.

     I am angry at people who know what happened and want to talk. I am a member of a great church and my husband works on a seminary campus and we have felt a great outpouring of love and support ever since we heard the news about my sister. While it is wonderful and comforting to know that so many people care about me, it can also be difficult at times because it feels like EVERYONE knows. People are naturally curious and they want the details about what happened or they have true, heartfelt concern for how I’m doing so they ask me often how I am. When I am not in the mood to talk, I find myself very angry at anyone who wants to help me “talk it out.”

     I am angry at people who don’t know what happened. On my bad days I am not always nice to people, and when someone makes a joking comment about how I should be more gracious and loving, I want to burst their bubble and scream at them, “Hey, my sister just died, so shove it!” It is awkward and weird to tell people your sister died and it never comes up naturally in conversation. Sometimes I find myself getting angry because the world kept spinning and there was not some global announcement informing everyone that our family was just devastated and ripped wide open.

     Want to know the worst part about my anger? I get that it is completely irrational and contradictory. It is like I am having an out of body experience where I can see how crazy I am acting and there is nothing I can do about it. When my anger becomes all consuming, I find myself slipping into depression because I feel like I am completely out of control. Then I get angry at myself for being angry and depressed. It is a vicious cycle and on my bad days I just want to curl up in bed and ignore the rest of the world. I feel horrible when I lash out at my family or friends. I don’t want to be as angry as I am, but unfortunately it is not as easy as simply choosing to not be angry.

     So why did I write this? Honestly, I’m not totally sure. Partly I think it was a cathartic experience for me. I tend to bottle up my feelings so writing them down and sharing them with the world is helpful. Maybe, I also wanted there to be an explanation out there for my bad days. I wanted there to be documentation for those people that I lash out at, that I don’t mean to be so angry and I am trying. And maybe I just wanted to let those people out there who are consumed by the anger stage of grief to know you are not alone, because at times it can feel very isolating.

     What about those of you who love someone consumed by anger in grief? What can you do to help those of us who just get so angry? I’m not sure. I wish I had some magic cure for the anger or special trigger words that would instantly change our feelings, but I don’t. Here are some things that I think may help.

-          Be patient. I know this is hard, and there is a difference in being patient and allowing a person to be out of control. Remember that grief affects everyone differently and lasts longer for some people.

-          Love them. It helps so much knowing how much my husband and kids love me. I can tell my husband that I am having a bad day and he hugs me and tells me it’s ok. I can tell my kids that mommy is not really angry at them, she just misses Aunt Lyn, and they give me a hug and tell me it’s ok. In their love and grace is healing.

-          Let them vent. I vent a lot to my husband and my other sister. It helps to just say what is making me angry out loud. I don’t need them to give me a “fix” for the issue and a lot of times I don’t even really need them to say anything, I just need to be given the time and space to say what is weighing on my mind. I also love my husband for the fact that he allows me to vent whenever I need to. If it is lying in bed at midnight or talking to him through the bathroom door while he gets ready for work or even calling him in the middle of his workday, he allows me the opportunity to talk and vent.

-          When necessary, lovingly correct them. This one is hard and will not always be well received, but it is at times very necessary. My husband just yesterday had to lovingly correct me on my anger. I was entering into dangerous territory of getting angry at someone for doing something that I myself was doing. I was no longer just venting and instead was beginning to harbor unnecessary anger. While it was painful and it made me cry, I needed to hear what my husband was saying and he was right. I think that correction for those of us who are angry needs to come from someone we love and trust and that the correction needs to be accompanied by lots of grace.

-          Pray! Pray for your loved ones, pray with your loved ones, pray over your loved ones. I know that I am not going to overcome this anger by myself or even with the help of family and friends. The only way I am going to be able to move on from the all consuming in anger is through Jesus Christ. Only he can give me the strength and the power to defeat this!

     I take hope in knowing that one day my grief will become an easier burden to bear. I know that I will never be the same, but through the work of Jesus there will come a day when my anger will no longer be all consuming. 

When My World Falls Apart, God Is Still on the Throne

  God is good, even in the midst of tragedy and suffering. This truth has become real to me in a profound way this week. God is never taken by surprise. This truth has brought me unbelievable comfort over the past few days.
    On Tuesday evening I heard the devastating news that my youngest sister had died. My sister, Lyn, was only 20 years old. Lyn suffered from Type 1 Diabetes and heart disease along with several other medical conditions. Her death was the result of complications from these things.

The last time we were all together: Mandy, me, and Lyn.

   This week I have felt a wide range of emotions.

   I have felt devastation as I sobbed in the car after hearing the news. My sister was so young and her death was preventable.

   I have felt helpless in the wake of her death when I could not be with my family immediately. I live 6 hours away in another state and much of the responsibilities fell to my dad and middle sister, Mandy.

   I have felt deep sadness. My relationship with Lyn was strained and distant. We had spoken only a few times in the past months and I had not seen her since Christmas. I am saddened that the reconciliation that I had prayed for will never happen.

   I have felt sickening heartache. When I think about all the things that my sister will not get to do, get engaged, get married, have kids, etc, my heart simply breaks. When I think about her final days on this earth, very sick and alone and most likely scared, I am grieved beyond words. 

   I have felt anger. I am angry at my sister for not taking better care of herself. I am angry at myself for not reaching out to her more and for not being more gracious towards her. I am angry at the seemingly unfairness of it all. I am angry at people who are insensitive to our family's grief.

    I have felt overwhelmed. Today, my first day back home since my sister's death, has been incredibly overwhelming. It is becoming real as I see firsthand that the world has not stopped turning. Honestly, I did not want to get out of bed today. Facing the world has seemed just too much.

    My emotions are all over the place, as you can see, but I take great comfort in knowing that God is still seated on the throne while my world seems to be falling apart. 

    This is not the first death that has rocked my world, and I know that it will not be the last, but I can honestly say that this is the first time I have not been angry at God. This is the first time that I have had peace underneath all my other emotions. This is the first time that the knowledge of God being in control and not surprised has actually brought me comfort.

    My sister's death was sudden and none of us were prepared for it. We were surprised, but God was not. Before the beginning of time, God ordained the exact moment when my sister would die, and while he hurt with my family, he was not surprised by her death. God is still sovereign and in control and there is amazing comfort in that fact. I don't understand why God chose last Monday to be Lyn's final day on this earth, but I don't need to understand. I know that this all works to his glory and is all part of his plan.

   My world may feel as if it is falling apart, but God is still on his throne. This did not catch him off guard or throw him for a loop. He is not scrambling around trying to come up with a Plan B. God is in control and nothing has happened apart from his knowledge or his ordination. That is the greatest comfort of all.

   Pray for my family as we face life without Lyn. She takes a part of us with her and we will never be the same. I am forever thankful for the years she was my sister and I will miss her every day.