We’ll See…

Fall landscape veiled in light mist

Michelle and I have a 37 year old running joke. It goes something like this:

Me: Hun, I’d like to _______.

Michelle: We’ll see.

Me: You mean ‘no.’

Michelle: I didn’t say that.

Me: No, you said, ‘We’ll see’ which means 99.9% ‘no.’

Michelle smiling: ‘We’ll see.’

Michelle meant what she said. True, the averages of permission being granted in ‘we’ll see’ scenarios indeed proved to be far less than 1-in-100. There have been surprising exceptions along the way. I’ve learned to take great joy in those rare occasions. To be clear, Michelle knows how to say, ‘no.’ For instance, I asked her permission to purchase a motorcycle. She patiently listened to my well-reasoned request, paused as if in deep thought (my hopes soared at this point), and then said firmly, ‘No.’

Sigh.

Friday, Michelle sat just a few feet from me ensconced in a specialized chair that she no longer could get out of without extraordinary pain and effort. She was sleeping, her head listing to one side in a manner only infants and the very ill can tolerate. Each day this week served up a decline in her ability. To sit up for more than 10 minutes, to think clearly and sequentially, or to stay awake for more than 20 minutes at a time seemed to be out of reach.

Several decades ago I sat at the beside of a woman named Laura. She was aged, her body so wasted away that I could see the pulsations of her still-strong heart through her nightgown. I recall wondering how it was physically possible to be so emaciated that a heartbeat could be clearly visible.

Laura’s family took care of her with all the tender attentions anyone could hope to receive. In spite of their best efforts, Laura lost the ability to consistently recognize those she passionately loved as her life ebbed away. She even once accused her granddaughter of ‘stealing’ her clothes (the granddaughter was actually bringing freshly laundered clothes to her closet). In Laura one thing remained constant, her love for Jesus and comfort she received through the reading of God’s Word. After I read to her one afternoon she whispered in reply, ‘Oh how I love Jesus.’ I made a commitment that day to do all I could to be the kind of man who, when all else is stripped away, love for Jesus still remains.

Today, I took Michelle’s hand and we spoke to God together. I prayed first, then she did what she has done for decades: she ushered me in to the holy of holies. In pain physically, emotionally, and spiritually she talked to God about wanting to bring honor to His name even in these days. It was like God and Michelle were sitting next to each other on a park bench and she was just letting Him know how happy she was to be friends.

Michelle’s condition worsened this weekend to the point where we had to transport her from our home to the hospice care center. Now I’m next to Michelle’s bed wondering if I ‘am there yet’? When the pressure bears down will the sweetness of Jesus be all there is left? Lord Jesus please let it be!

It appears that the request for the lesser miracle is going to be a ‘no.’ It is a harsh reality.

I’ve not given up asking or believing a lesser miracle is possible. The thing is, though, and I am certain of this: ‘We’ll see,’ is not a 99.9% ‘no’, but a 100% yes. The greater miracle is not an empty promise to those in Christ Jesus or some quasi-comforting thing people say to each other when a loved one dies.

“See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are! But the people who belong to this world don’t recognize that we are God’s children because they don’t know him. Dear friends, we are already God’s children, but he has not yet shown us what we will be like when Christ appears. But we do know that we will be like him, for we will see him as he really is.” (1 John 3:1–2, NLT)

Thank you all for the ways are supporting us. Our gratitude is artesian and genuine and we both remain in a ‘one armed surrender.’

[BTW Michelle’s right arm did improve this week. The pain is almost gone and some of the function returned. What a privilege to see even this seemingly small gift. Thanks be to God!]

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One Armed Surrender

Wooden sign reading, “He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?”
Micah 6:8 NKJV.

My first memory of my dad’s mighty hand is his vice-grip holding fast to my toddler fingers as we traversed a parking lot. In between here, around a puddle there, all I could do was follow. I wasn’t tall enough to see clear of the myriad chrome bumpers. My vision was pretty well limited to the gravelly asphalt at my feet. I was old enough to desire to be willful, but not so blockheaded as to attempt escape. I trudged along, one arm raised in surrender.

When I think of the last phrase of Micah 6:8, I think of that chubby little boy. He was incapable of comprehending the immanence of danger, He was unable to see far ahead or to keep track of what was behind. He had his own will, a will to do what he wished, unencumbered by a ‘higher power’s’ decisions. He wanted both hands to be available to touch, poke, scratch, explore and most of all to be his own boss. He wasn’t the boss of anything, though; he was being held.

Every week without a lesser miracle is a week of increasing difficulty for Michelle. Cancer’s impact on a body is somewhat different for everyone who suffers under its ravages. Although Michelle’s specific subtype of cancer is extraordinarily rare, the degradations of its unencumbered presence are familiar enough to those who have likewise suffered or, as I am now, who stand witness. Michelle’s suffering is awful and it will get worse.

I mentioned last week that Michelle lost the ability to use her right arm. In addition to being fairly useless, the arm is almost continually painful. For the first time since this ordeal came to light, she was downcast. She prayed. I prayed. We asked over and again that this added pain and this expanded limitation would be removed from Michelle.

It was not. It remains.

Michelle’s ‘quality of life’ is being smashed bit by bit.

My Dad’s mighty hand still holds tight and firm. I still desire to be ‘boss’ but know all the more that being ‘in control’ is a mirage. I am not helpless, nor am I resigned to accept or even entertain the common pseudo-aphorism, ‘It is what it is.’ I am walking next to my life’s love through the valley of the shadow of death. I am watching her slip away even as she is now, by necessity, constantly near.

I could pout or strike out in anger or go limp or exert all my energy trying to pull away. I will daily choose not to be a blockhead. I will be grateful. I will be hopeful for a lesser miracle. I will continue to be a passionate advocate for the Greater Miracle and long to see its fulfillment.

Yes, I will use my ‘free hand’ to wave to you in love as we see other but I will keep my arm raised in surrender as I learn to walk humbly with our God. After all, I am still held.

*In the 1970s and early 1980s Scripture-to-song was quite popular. I learned Micah 6:8 through the work of Maranatha Music. The words given to God’s prophet thousands of years ago commanded my attention as a young man through this simple melody. The song is ‘dated,’ but I still find it lovely after all these decades and sing it regularly with pleasure.

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Being Thankful

Gratitude Rolodex labeled family, health, friends, home, food, nature, and memories
A Thanksgiving Rolodex.

I recently received a digital message from a new acquaintance. The message was simply, ‘It is good to give thanks to the Lord,’ and a reference to a section of the Bible. I twirled a rolodex of emotion upon receiving what was intended to be a word of encouragement but which didn’t naturally set well in me.

After some consideration, I resolved, ‘Why not?’.

  • I am thankful for parents who, as adults, surrendered to the Lordship and Love of Jesus Christ.
  • I am thankful that well over 50 years ago, God allowed me to understand enough of His love for me while I, still steeped in sin, surrendered to Him through Grace.
  • I am thankful for siblings who genuinely love me and who work to ensure our connection remains real and consequential.
  • I am thankful that, by God’s Grace, I’ve been kept in relationship with God through the power of Jesus’ Holy Spirit.
  • I am thankful that I was afforded the opportunity to be educated and to pursue post high school and post graduate studies.
  • I am thankful that my ‘high school sweetheart’ is still the object of my romantic affection and that I am still the object of hers.
  • I am thankful that Michelle and I are blessed with three children of our own who grew into wonderful adults. I am grateful that Michelle and I are blessed with three children given to us through adoption who are also incredible adults. I am grateful for the nine grand children we can celebrate and who will carry on what legacy we are able to provide.
  • I am thankful for the extended family given to us through the effectual sacrifice of the Cross. While our human ‘blood’ connection is diverse, His blood is sufficient to create ties that bind without regard to race or gender or affiliation.
  • I am thankful that I have plenty to nourish my body and a space to call home which is free from imminent threat of violence.
  • I am thankful that I’ve been given the privilege of working ‘remotely’ for some time. My current employer blesses me with the flexibility to be available to Michelle when needed.
  • I am thankful for the opportunity to have pursued medical care for Michelle. While the doctors were unable to effect a cure for her cancer, we were introduced to some caregivers who were a genuine privilege to get to know.
  • I am thankful that Michelle was spared any hospital stays this past year. It not unusual for patients with mucosal melanoma to have any number of side effects requiring surgeries or extensive medical interventions. Her only surgical procedure was outpatient and a huge blessing.
  • I am thankful for an insurance company which applied the terms of our policy fairly and which paid an enormous sum for Michelle’s medical care over the past year.
  • I am thankful for the option of hospice and for the support offered to serve Michelle at home where she is most comfortable.
  • I am thankful for Michelle’s ability to watch her body succumb to the ravages of cancer and still be able to be kind to me and others.
  • I am thankful that I have a unassailable promise what appears to me as entropy will be met with not just restoration, but with a heaven that surpasses imagination.

I am thankful for far more than these things and will happily share more along the way.

Those who know me know that ‘Thanksgiving’ is my favorite holiday and not (just) because of the food. I believe that there is always something to be thankful 4 and Someone to be thankful 2. The ‘score’ is four to two in my life even when the days are pitch dark.

Michelle was feeling well enough this week to leave the house for the first time in about five weeks. We took a quick excursion into town and she tolerated the trip well enough. We had to add in yet another medication to manage her pain, though. She lost the practical use of her right arm this week. The arm was getting weak already, but it appears that she has a damaged ligament/muscle as well. Unfortunately, her arm is another yet source of excruciating pain. The addition of this setback to what she already faces is really difficult to bear. She loves to walk around the inside of our small house and the fall weather where we live couldn’t have been better for her to get out-of-doors. This too is becoming challenging. Her balance and gait changed this week and she requires assistance to move about as she likes to do.

We would be thankful for the lesser miracles we continue to pray for, but remain steadfast that the greater miracle will come in due time.

About two year ago I read a book called Unoffendable. I am recommending a lot of books recently, but I’m not getting any kickbacks so here is another worthwhile read. I am thankful that we all have a choice whether or not to take up an offense or to live in the center of grace.

It is good to give thanks to the Lord.

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Why Pray?

Couple kneeling beside a bed and holding hands in a softly lit bedroom

We are at about 1 year since the first symptoms of Michelle’s cancer were identifiable. Since cancer was the furthest thing from our minds and the primary tumor had not yet become visible, formal diagnosis didn’t happen until December. Prayer together was part of our life before and we’ve certainly prayed together since then!

Prayer is an odd activity. It bears all the markings of talking to oneself. If done in public outside of a religious facility or gathering, it may appear to be an act of lunacy (depending on how vigorously one prays). Prayer is viewed as powerful by some and ridiculous by others. At least one law is on the books to prevent even the exercise of silent prayer in certain spaces.

Why pray at all? What is the point?

I’ve thought a lot about these questions over the years. I’ve never been what religious people would consider a ‘good prayer.’ Earlier in my faith journey I learned and practiced different ‘methods’ for ‘effective’ praying. The discipline was helpful, but the practice left me feeling empty and frustrated.

Jesus instructed his followers to pray. Jesus also prayed. I figured I’d better follow suit. God is ever-patient and allowed me to muddle along. Many of my prayers were ‘answered’ in ways that were unmistakable. I even witnessed the occasional miracle connected to my prayers. Still praying felt weird and superfluous.

I learned to hold the conviction that my prayer is a dialogue between God and me. Sometimes God initiates the conversation by the power and presence of the Holy Spirit. Sometimes I open my heart and mind to God with the intention engaging in conversation. I also hold the conviction that whenever I earnestly pray, I am changed.

Many years ago I was introduced to change as a result of prayer after earnestly asking God to kill my boss. It is one of my favorite stories to tell [perhaps I’ll share details another time] and, yes, I did ask God to literally end the life of my boss. My explaining to God over several months why the earth would be better if my boss were in the ‘by-and-by’ and no longer on the planet culminated in not only an unequivocal ‘no’ from God but also a massive and necessary heart change in me. God chose, through grace, to allow me to learn to genuinely love my boss and to be more concerned for his welfare, both temporal and eternal than I was concerned about the misery he seemed to enjoy inflicting on those under his authority. This change in me came not because of some revelation but through a mysterious process of my wretchedness being scraped away as I prayerfully interacted with the Holy.

Jesus invites his followers to present their desires to God through prayer. God is known to grant many of those requests. There is a far better thing than getting what ‘I want’ and that is receiving what God wants for me and others. My wants are myopic and often self-centered. God’s work is universal in scope. When I talk with God, I am introduced to bits and pieces of what God is doing beyond me as well as within me.

Isn’t this why Jesus talked to God before enduring the cross? Jesus presented to God real and deep objections to the path before Him. The conversation allowed Jesus to dwell in the confession of ‘not my will but thine be done.’ Take a moment and consider the massive move from blood-sweat distress to power-filled ability to endure torture, humiliation and the entirety of the human sin-debt in death.

I pray alongside many others for the lesser miracle of Michelle’s healing. As I’ve talked with God about this particular circumstance, I’ve seen proofs yet again that God is changing me. I’ve asked God to reset the trajectory of a disease in my wife and received notice of adjustments of the trajectory of the disease in my own spirit.

Please do continue to talk to God about Michelle (and me). I challenge you to avoid throwing words into the air or sending out well-wishes to God. Instead I beg you to listen when you speak and keep your eyes open and not just for something special where I live. Keep vigil for what God is doing in your own life. You may be enthralled by what God miraculously does in you.

Pain management continues to be a struggle. Michelle’s use of her right arm is becoming more difficult and she is often a bit wobbly on her feet. These are symptoms of cancer’s continuing work. Her heart remains strong, both figuratively and physically. Her spirit continues to be nourished by His Spirit.

“Then Jesus came with them to a place called Gethsemane, and said to His disciples, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” And He took with Him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be grieved and distressed. Then He said to them, “My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death; remain here and keep watch with Me.” And He went a little beyond them, and fell on His face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; yet not as I will, but as You will.”” (Matthew 26:36–39, NASB95)

I’ve read many books on prayer and Hearing God is the one I found most helpful and meaningful.

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What’s in Your Barn?

OakHaven Farm barn filled with pumpkins, produce, and hay at harvest time
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“Then someone called from the crowd, “Teacher, please tell my brother to divide our father’s estate with me.” Jesus replied, “Friend, who made me a judge over you to decide such things as that?” Then he said, “Beware! Guard against every kind of greed. Life is not measured by how much you own.” Then he told them a story: “A rich man had a fertile farm that produced fine crops. He said to himself, ‘What should I do? I don’t have room for all my crops.’ Then he said, ‘I know! I’ll tear down my barns and build bigger ones. Then I’ll have room enough to store all my wheat and other goods. And I’ll sit back and say to myself, “My friend, you have enough stored away for years to come. Now take it easy! Eat, drink, and be merry!” ’ “But God said to him, ‘You fool! You will die this very night. Then who will get everything you worked for?’ “Yes, a person is a fool to store up earthly wealth but not have a rich relationship with God.”” (Luke 12:13–21, NLT)

Jesus speaks directly to human reality: greed, wealth, life, death, gratefulness, responsibility and stewardship addressed in a few sentences. We are no different today than those who heard these words when they were first uttered. We still search for treasure and never seem to find enough.

Luke records additional teaching from Jesus worth absorbing and applying. I challenge you to ‘read on.’

As I contemplate this passage, a myriad of ‘should of, would of, could of’ come to my mind. I’ll be bold and focus on one question. Why couldn’t this man be deeply grateful for his present abundance rather than push away that present pleasure for a time when he had more?

Quite some time ago I visited a man in a local hospital. I had not met him before, but quickly learned that he had worked well and diligently his entire adult life. He planned on doing such and such with his wife in the years to come, and had amassed enough wealth to do all he desired.

He died less than two weeks after his retirement. He had not been ill, nor was he the victim of a tragic accident. His widow was despondent. Yet she taught me even in the midst of her deepest grief to be grateful. She had all the familiar questions related to why God would allow her husband and the dreams they held together die. She did not dwell in the house of uncertainties. She instead went to her barn of plenty. She spent a lot of time telling me how grateful she was for her husband, of how he loved her, and the things they were able to do together during their shared past.

Since I already had a disposition to value time differently than most of my contemporaries, what I learned interacting with my new found widow friend applied immediately to how I marked my days; especially my days with Michelle.

Michelle and I share a ‘full barn,’ As I peruse its contents, it is easy to thank God. We’ve lived on both coasts of the United States and explored most of the land between. We were blessed with three children we adore and added another three via adoption along the way. We’ve attained the status of grandparents and are engaged in the lives of the next generation of ‘littles.’ We served two marvelous congregations of Jesus-followers which allows our present family to be extensive. We built a home of our own together and are enjoying trying to see if I can ever get the house to a ‘finished’ state. Even more to celebrate is tucked away on shelves and in numerous crates.

Do I want more? Yes. Will I be content with what God abundantly put in my present barn?

I am committed to be content and to continue to cherish the minutes, hours, and days as I have done in the past.

Michelle makes the present circumstance far more tolerable by her allowance of the sweet aroma of Jesus to continually be pressed out. Make no mistake Michelle is exhausted by feeling as she does and desperately desirous of a ‘lesser miracle.’ Tears and sorrow are present. Still, Michelle chooses the peace that surpasses understanding and that is ‘barn full’ in itself.

Michelle’s pain is fairly constant. The amount of substances she has to use to keep pain tolerable must be regularly increased in order to be effectual. She is incrementally losing the full use of her right arm; a likely consequence of cancerous and fractured vertebrae.

She is still alert and able to walk and be independent. More for our barn.

We continue to pray for her healing, against the threat of paralysis and for grace to continue to be thankful for the abundance God provides.

“Do not fret or have any anxiety about anything, but in every circumstance and in everything, by prayer and petition (definite requests), with thanksgiving, continue to make your wants known to God. And God’s peace [shall be yours, that tranquil state of a soul assured of its salvation through Christ, and so fearing nothing from God and being content with its earthly lot of whatever sort that is, that peace] which transcends all understanding shall garrison and mount guard over your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6–7, AMP)

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What Time Is It?

Two antique grandfather clocks beside a lunar calendar reading DAY 19, MONTH JAN, Waxing Gibbous

I’ve been fascinated with timekeepers for as long as I can remember. My earliest verifiable memory of my fixation is of a chimed floor clock. The slow swing of the pendulum and accompanying two note report of the inner workings were enough to occupy this four year old for quite some time. Short chime at the quarter hour, long chime at the half hour and practice counting up to twelve at the hour were a delight for me. I didn’t have the capacity to understand ‘phases of the moon,’ but the face of the lunar calendar dial slowly rotating and denoting the days of the month were something I looked forward to comparing against what could be seen outside on those rare, but precious cloudless Washingtonian nights.

As time did its own work on me, the appreciation for fine timepieces in most all iterations waxed and never waned. Wristwatches, mantle clocks, pocket watches, digital timepieces still captivate my attention.

Imagination runs wild when I think of time. What is time? How did time come to be? Why do we measure time as we do? What will time be like in eternity?

I’ve known many who testify, at the end of their lives, that they have no regrets. That is not me and shall never be me. I am able to say that I cherish time and possess a keen sense of time. I value time not as a commodity but as an expression of grace. Time is precious to me. It is a gift I receive with humility and a bestowal I measure in value far beyond gold.

Some years ago, Gary Chapman wrote a book entitled, The Five Love Languages. I’ve found Dr. Chapman’s approach to expressing how humans love and receive love to be helpful. Michelle and I both used the tool included in the book to identify our ‘love language.’ Michelle’s preferred love language is what Chapman calls, ‘Quality Time.’

My voice joins the chorus of praise singing God knows what He is doing when He creates us.

In my last post, I shared that Michelle’s cancer journey is more than I can bear; it is often more than Michelle can bear. I shared that if God does not grant a lesser miracle that the days ahead will be even more difficult than the days past.

Today I want to celebrate time. I’ve been blessed with over 41 years of Michelle’s time. Though I have many regrets, one burden I do not carry is that I withheld time from her in the past or that I am unable to devote time to her in the present. In the past couple of weeks we’ve had hours of just being together which were so peaceful that we both forgot for minutes, maybe even hours, that cancer’s time is enflamed. These ‘times’ were just us, giving and receiving that which neither of us own, but which is precious to both of us in our own peculiar and particular way.

I think of the time given to us by those who make the long trip out to spend some short minutes visiting with Michelle. I think of those near and far who took time to write cards, to text, to reach out and to pray. Every moment is a gift we only can give once. We are deeply grateful.

Michelle continues to experience the consequences of cancer in her body. Control of cancer’s pain is an ongoing and increasingly complicated challenge. The hospice staff is being attentive and responsive. Michelle is still alert and able to ‘putz’ around the house. This week we’ve been able to install some items at our home to increase her overall comfort. What a blessing!

While we are still sharing time, these two books are worth consideration.

[By the way, the clock was at my grandfather’s house (just in case someone wondered).]

Theo of Golden

The Watchmaker’s Daughter

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