When Life Happens and Leaves Us Partially Blind

IMG_0052This is Loo. She is a purebred Shih Tzu from a “designer” pet store here in the midwest. She came fully loaded with a chip so we could track her. She came with “official papers” to prove her lineage. We paid top dollar for Loo. This once-perfect dog has become a representation of my life!

When my ex-husband and I decided it was the right time to adopt a dog, we had researched for months to find the perfect breed. We wanted a non-allergenic dog that wasn’t a barker, that was kid-friendly and that would be ok with cats or hamsters in the house. We decided on a Shih Tzu. 

We jointly named her as we had done all things together. My ex had lived in Waterloo and we decided we’d name our dog “Loo” after his hometown. The name fit her perfectly (except on those rare occasions when the vet called her “Low”). 

This affectionate, top-dollar, lovable dog represented my life. I seemingly had it all — a husband, two beautiful daughters, and a home on a golf-course lot. It was the “top of the line” as far as I was concerned. 

But sometimes life happens and leaves us partially blind.

My marriage wasn’t as perfect, I’m the first to admit, but we always survived. We struggled with the pain that infertility brought into our marriage. We teeter tottered back and forth between different religions. We had a different set of values that became apparent when life’s BIG decisions had to be made. We remained together.

But one day, after 20 years of marriage, I was attacked. Just like Loo’s encounter  — the attack came from what I thought was friendly territory. I learned I was not safe on my own turf. I was betrayed, injured, torn apart and it was painful.

There’s so much more to tell of this story, but the end result has been the same … life goes on … if only with one eye. God was there to pick up the pieces. I am ok. I was wounded, but I continue to heal.

“O LORD my God, I called out to you for help, and you healed me.” ~ Psalms 30:3

It’s been 5 1/2 years since my husband left and I am still finding my way. At times, I feel like I only have one eye because the process of moving on has been extremely slow. I find myself bumping into obstacles along the way (breast cancer, health issues, employment) but my trust keeps building as I accept what life has imposed on me. 

Slowly, but surely, I am accepting what God has allowed. I am learning to say, “not my will, but yours be done”. I abandon myself to having only “one eye” and trusting that my heavenly Father will take care to lead me. Inspired by the love of my family and friends, I see where God can make good out of everything that happens to us in life. 

After the “incident” when my dog was attacked, I found out how much my two daughters really loved this dog. Their steadfast care for their pet is never ending.

The same has been true for me. God has shown me his tremendous love through his many blessings. I never knew there was so much love to be had from our heavenly Father. His love and his grace has allowed me to move on, to see myself through His eyes and realize he has a plan for me. He is there. 

Hope & a Cup of Coffee

Every morning the first thing I do is get myself a cup of coffee and sit and read the Bible. I do this before I do anything else because this is where my hope comes from. 

Last Sunday morning, after my cup of coffee, I went over to a friend’s house for a Pilates class. My friend is in the process of getting her certification to become a Pilates instructor and I am one of her students. I am getting free classes so she can earn her practice hours toward certification. 

cup of coffeeAfter the class, we chatted a while and then I left and knew I needed to run by the grocery store. I couldn’t decide which grocery store to go to but decided on the one closest to my house. As I took in the freshness of the Sunday morning drive and enjoyed the scenery with few cars on the road — it suddenly all ended. Right next to me one car over sat my ex-husband and his new girlfriend. Ugh!

Really, Lord? You allowed this to happen? You allowed me to see the man I was married to for 20 years cheerfully smile with his (much younger) new girlfriend sitting next to him? Where were they going at 10:30 on Sunday morning? Had she slept over at his apartment? All these thoughts ruined what I had just had my mind on — the beauty of the scenery and nature on this street. 

Was this coincidental or had God placed them there just at this perfect moment for me to encounter? What was on God’s heart that he wanted me to know? I was sad because since the divorce I have concentrated on getting my career re-started, I’ve spent almost 2 years getting over breast cancer and I’ve raised two daughters. I have not had time to develop a relationship with a boyfriend — nor has God brought anyone into my life. 

How I wish I could turn back the hands of time by 6 years. How I wish I could go back to being innocent and naive before the affair, the cancer and the death of my mother. But I can’t. 

The next morning, I got up and fixed myself a cup of coffee. I knew I had to read my Bible because without that, all would be lost. I follow the daily readings from the Catholic calendar and here is what I read on Monday morning: 

“Jesus answered them and said, Amen, amen, I say to you, you are looking for me not because you saw signs but because you ate the loaves and were filled. Do not work for food that perishes but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on him the Father, God, has set his seal.” John 6:26-28

That was my message. God wanted me to know that I am to know him and that he will never perish. He is eternal life. All the things of this world will end but he will remain. I am to set my sights on him.

And this is where my hope comes from … hope and a cup of coffee.