Here I am, sitting in a hotel room more than 9,000 miles from my home in Tennessee, and I should be spending the evening reviewing and refreshing the material I plan to teach about 50 pastors tomorrow morning.
I recently received word that a friend and supporter of our ministry had died following a brief respite in hospice for brain cancer.
Slightly older than me, he had already lived years longer than the weeks, maybe months, doctors had given him. And while clean brain scans for much of that time gave him an appreciation for life that few of us will ever have, he used that period to tell people about the peace God had given him no matter what the outcome.
This is what a real husband looks like.
He doesn’t have a wardrobe of the latest in men’s fashion. His kids needed new winter boots, so in his mind, it was never a question of whether or not he needed that new shirt.
As much as I’d like to escape some of my first-world problems while overseas, sadly I cannot.
Life just doesn’t stop here because I’m there.
There have been trips almost cut short because of fevers so high in one of the children they were having seizures. Other trips have been stopped before I even left the country due to emergency surgery.
Marriage is work. I knew this going in, but somehow, at 21, the work seemed, I don’t know… easier? Like maybe I’d do it for a few years, then figure it all out and spend the rest of my life sailing in calm waters? I really don’t know what I expected. It wasn’t this.
Dear Wedding Day Me,
Hey! It’s me– 41 year-old you. I’m over here. No, here.
Last fall, Mathaus and I had the chance to help out on a film project called “The 5 Day Adoption.”
Mathaus got to help with scene set-up and lights, and me, well, I got to do a little acting! It was a great day, and we both had a lot of fun, even despite the two-hour downpour we drove through to get home really, really late that evening.
The project has been well received, and it’s meant a lot to us because it promotes one of our favorite calls in life — adoption.
Now, the family who produced “The 5 Day Adoption” is working on another film project called “Bring Him Home.”
Twenty years ago this month, I was frantically diving in to my last semester of coursework, trying to wrap up work on my degree so that I could move on to the real business at hand.
I was getting married.
Photos like this remind me how truly blessed I am. See that look of joy on my husband’s face? This was just after the birth of his fifth son.
I admit to being completely caught off guard when my August post, “My husband is an idiot and I can’t stand my kids,” garnered so much attention. (42.3K shares on Facebook alone!) I’ve heard countless bl0ggers admit that there’s no way of knowing what post will strike a chord with readers, no formula to predict what will capture the collective attention. But that post resonated with a good number of people — at least enough to get them to click the link — and its still resonating.
As the post took off, the comments started rolling in. I really don’t expect comments very often; it’s become almost old-fashioned in this Facebook/Twitter/Instagram instant feedback world to take the time to type in your thoughts and respond to what you’ve read. When I do get comments, it feels very much like walking to the end of the driveway, opening the mailbox, and finding a personal note tucked inside. Awwwww! For meeee? By and large, the comments on the August post were supportive. But an undercurrent of backlash to my words quickly developed.