In the past when I experienced the extreme stress did I handle it better then because I was younger? Perhaps because I was a Marine at the time and was conditioned to deal with stress? Why is it that this time I was actually effected physically and emotionally? It is an interesting thing to ponder and one that I'll probably never know the answer to.
Another question that I'll probably never know the answer to is why did my brother, Dave, commit suicide on June 11th? What was so bad that he felt that ending his own life would make it better? What was it that was so terribly disturbing that he didn't feel that he could just come home or call on us for support? Or was it that he was calling out to us but we neglected to hear him? Did we miss the boat, the cries for help? Or was he just so set on ending things that he didn't share that part of his life with us. We know that he was planning this for at least a month. During those 31 days of thoughts, did he ever just stop to think about all of the other options that were available to him? About all of the people who love him? About how we would have dropped everything to help? All those answers will go unanswered but I certainly wish that I could hear his voice today.
Hearing God's voice is something that I have always wanted to do since becoming a Christian. I have a strong desire to see clearly the path that He has for me. I have taken many paths in my time; some I knew as soon as I stepped foot on them that they were the wrong paths but took them anyway, some I thought were the right paths but they ended up not being so, and as I stood at the end of others and looked back over them I knew with confidence that they were the right paths.
One of the things that I have blogged about before is my desire to follow a path that is God-directed regarding being in a relationship. About the same time that Dave ended his life, I also ended a relationship that originally I thought was "The One". I am amazed at how one person can appear to be the one that God provided but end up being the polar opposite. How is it that a patient person with a high level of integrity and wisdom turn out to be someone who is passive / aggressive with no integrity at all? How does that happen? How is it that I could feel with such confidence that this person was meant to be my husband and have that confidence shattered? How is it that over a nine day period the person that I thought I fell in love with would turn out to be a person that I'd need to get a restraining order against? How does that happen exactly?
Needless to say, over the last few weeks I've been wondering about how all this could happen? Not only am I missing cues but I'm hearing the wrong ones. I am left with questions and lots of them. Was this path the one that I was to adventure down so that I could learn a lesson out of it? Was it for a purpose? Was I actually following the path that God intended for me to so he could tell me something? Make a point? Is this God's way of letting me know that I am not meant to have a relationship like that? Am I listening to that possibility? Am I not aware enough of other people, maybe being so self-absorbed, that I cannot hear the cries of my own brother who needs help? Had I called more often would it have prevented all of this? Is there something down the road of life that God has in store for me that can only be completed if I am single and open to it? Am I not paying enough attention to the relationships that I already have in my life? Have I taken friends and family for granted? And if I cannot find a solid relationship with a man who claims to be a Christian, why do I bother to find someone like that? Why rule out those that are not? I wish I could hear the answer to that as clearly as I hear the music coming out of my speakers right now.
My thought pattern has shifted from these two events and I have two lessons that I pulling from them:
- I want to love those around me and want them to know that I love them. I want to let them know that they are someone special in my life and not just stop there but to tell them why. Because of the events with Dave, I have reconnected with some very special people from my past that I hadn't talked to in quite a while. While things will never be "the same" as before (because life goes on and things change) there is, and I suspect always will be, a very close and respectful tie between us. I can honestly say, "I love you" to them all without feeling strange about it...without feeling guarded. Perhaps that is the key, my guard is down now in regards to this. Will they understand the full scope of what I am saying? Most of them probably do but for those that don't, I pray that one day they will. I pray that they will see the impact that they have made on my life and I pray that I have made a positive impact on theirs.
- I want to focus on the relationships that I have in my life right now. Those relationships come in many forms: kids, family & friends. Those relationships are found in many places in my life: home, church, work, people from high school, from the Marine Corps, people back in Cali and even people that I have met online and become good friends with. I no longer want to focus on when, or if, I'll have another intimate relationship. I don't want to meet or be around a single man and wonder, "is this the one?" I want to experience life with those around me, with the people that God has put in my life. I am to assume that each person is in my life for a reason regardless if I understand it or not...and those that have been taken out have been taken out for a reason.
With both of these situations that took place at the same time, cutting deep into my heart and soul, my eyes were opened to the amount of people in my life that love me for who I am and who are concerned for my well-being. Even the new people that I met along the way rallied around me providing love and support. Those that opened up their homes to my children so I could take them out of state to be safe from the situation of the break-up...those that opened up their homes to me for the same reason, offering the solitude and serenity that I so desperately needed...those that sent text messages, emails, Facebook posts and phone calls to check on us and provide support...those that just walked up and provided hugs and kisses...those that let me cry (sometimes quietly in silence...sometimes while talking even when they couldn't understand what I was saying) although most have never even seen me cry...those that offered "hook-ups" like the Polish Mafia, the ability to drop my God-Father's name as the former chief of police here, those that offered just to come in and "take care of it" for me...and of course to those that prayed for me diligently and earnestly even when I couldn't find it in me to pray for myself because I just didn't know what to say.
I know, without a doubt, that all I would have to do is utter the word "help" and there would be a multitude of people who would drop everything to come and do just that, help. I am absolutely blessed beyond measure and in more ways than anyone can ever really understand or imagine. I am thankful for the opportunity to have such friends and love in my life.
Forgive me, Lord, for not seeing the relational blessings that you have provided to me. I am sorry that I took the people, situations and time for granted that you have put in my life for a reason. I apologize that I have gotten so sidetracked with trying to find "The One" that I failed to see "The Many" that you have already allowed me the opportunity to find.
Thank you for those that truly love me for who I am, spots and all. Thank You for providing such a great family and wonderful friends. Thank You for saturating me in Your love through these special people in my life. Thank You for the ability to choose to live my life in a way that honors the relationships that You have blessed me with. Thank You for second chances...third chances...and 150th chances.
Don't give up on me, Lord, I am trying...and I love You more today than I ever have...
