Sunday, December 15, 2019
All In God's Timing
With more time on the road, I have found myself gravitating toward self-help audio books as opposed to murder mysteries (if you are interested I have a running list that I would love to share). The books focus on identifying fears and triggers in your life, learning to adapt and prepare for the emotions that surface in an effort to be your ultimate best self. They provide a clear cut approach to looking at challenges holistically and using your self confidence to address conflict - in a step 1, step 2, type fashion which is perfect for me. Although I would like to say I do, rarely do I find myself going through the different steps of problem solving. But I have found the books to be thought provoking nonetheless. The most recent book shares insights on identifying the "universe" aka divine power, Godly intervention, etc. in our everyday lives and channeling our thoughts to capitalize on direction from the universe. Now I will admit this sounds very millennial/hippie-like, but I continue to find myself slowing down to experience and grasp situations life, or the universe, presents.
During Thanksgiving my aunt said a lovely prayer blessing our food and our family before we sat down to eat. She let me know before hand that she had a special prayer she had been practicing for Chasen. Thanksgiving was his one year death anniversary. As promised, she led us through a prayer specific to Chasen. She started off the prayer wishing blessings upon him as he celebrates his one year anniversary in heaven. I was glad I had a hand to hold and a warm hug after the prayer to bring me back to reality. What a powerful way to think about his life now. Selfishly I had been stuck thinking, saying, feeling: a year without him here, a year without his laugh, a year without his embrace. My thoughts and energies were focused on my loss, never his gain. It was a complete game changer for me and the heaviness my heart carried that day lightened a little.
About a week later I found myself waiting on my family doctor for my self checkup. As luck would have it a new mother was in labor and my doctor was the woman of the hour. I told the nurse I would grab my computer from my truck and wait for the babe to be delivered. I really enjoy my doctor and was looking forward to the chance to catch up with her. As I walked through the waiting room, I looked into the faces of the people waiting to be seen by their doctor. I wondered why they were here and suddenly felt the familiar wave of emotion coming on. It had been a full year of "healthy" doctor appointments. No infusions, no scans, no surgical recovery stays. Other than my carpal tunnel surgery and extreme soft tissue swelling in my ankle (long story), we had managed to stay out of the hospital and clinic this past year. I reflected on the hours traveling to and from Iowa City, days and weeks in hospital rooms hoping and praying for a positive diagnosis. The silence, the pain, the fear. What hell we were living in. A few hours later my doctor arrived apologizing for her delay. And when I said I didn't mind the wait, I meant every word of it.
This past weekend I was driving home from a work Christmas party lost in my thoughts and an opportunity that lay ahead of me. Listening to my favorite Pandora station thinking about thinking when thinking, I saw a blast of pink light shoot across the sky. How long had it been since I had seen a shooting star? Whatever the span in time, I felt it was the "universe" giving me confidence to trust my gut - which I am learning (in my new found hippie fashion) to be my soul speaking to me. So I made the decision, followed through and not a few hours later I saw yet another blast of green light shoot across the sky. Seriously, two shooting stars in one night? What are the odds?!! Before I could question my awareness to my surroundings, I found a sense of peace and realized I don't have to be in the drivers seat all the time. All I have to do is keep the faith.
One of my best friends gave birth to a sweet baby girl this past week. I am so excited to watch their family grow together. We connected a lot through her pregnancy because like me, she is a planner. The day she went into the hospital, we were talking through different scenarios of labor: how fast she would progress, would her water break, and would she have time to get an epidural. Before she could get too far in the madness I told her to enjoy the anticipation of the unknown. I could feel her exasperation through the phone but I persisted. Looking back, labor was the start of all the "unkowns" as a parent that I am still living today - what sex will the baby be, what will be their first words, when will they walk, and the list goes on. Today, Father Kevin expressed the excitement anticipation has to offer as we wrap up the Advent season. During this time of year we are waiting for the hope, peace, joy and love that our Savior Jesus Christ has to offer. And more importantly, the plans that God has for each and every one of us, provided we can still ourselves to listen.
I know some friends are concerned about this new yoga pants wearing, latte drinking, self-aware Justine. And if I am honest, I question if I riding the line of the millenial hippie. Maybe it is the swelling of emotions that come with the first anniversary, or that the shock of losing Chasen is starting to wear off and I am able to take in life. Either way, I am learning to trust that this is truly part of God's plan for me. In the words of ISU Football coach Matt Campbell, I am learning to trust the process.
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
From Green to Gold
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Motives and Missions
Along I-80, I found myself reminiscing about how awesome it was for College Game Day to come to Ames. I thought about Carson's sign to be on the screen long enough for people to start filling up his Venmo account to buy beer - people that don't even know him or likely know where Ames is on the map. I thought about his announcement to donate the funds to the UIHC and the sense of pride every Cyclone and Hawkeye fan felt. And I thought about all of those families sitting in the hospital, waiting, hoping, fighting; and what his donation would mean to them.
Despite all of these feel-good thoughts, I found myself questioning the Des Moines Register's motive in publishing the article. What outcome did they want? To shed light on bullying, racism, and the power of social media? To have global sponsors like Anheuser Busch pull out of the movement? To stop future contributions to the campaign? To boost their follows on social media or subscription numbers? To publicly shame one individual? Was the desired result of boosting their ego to take away from the UIHC?
I, along with the rest of the state would simply like to know why; however I am confident we will never get an honest answer (my experience with them from a professional standpoint has been less than impressed).
I feel like at some point we have all have found ourselves in the same shoes that Carson King and the Des Moines Register are wearing. Making hurtful comments, not truly thinking through the consequences of our actions, and allowing our ego to dictate how we treat others.
However, in every situation, the next step we take is more important than our last. Whether we are a 16 year old with a smart phone, or a liberal news media outlet, don't we all deserve a second chance? An opportunity to right our wrongs and contribute positively to our family, friends, and community without judgement of our past.
I think we do.
I spent some time on social media tonight perusing through comments, posts, GIFs, memes, and blog posts. Ask my friends, they didn't find my screenshots of other people's opinions nearly as funny as I did (HA!). Aside all the jokes and laughs towards the Register, I saw another theme surfacing. Small companies and businesses stepping up to the plate. We saw Iowans putting back together the pieces that one damning article created.
The power of social media, need I say more?
I am excited to see the final number this weekend as Carson (a Cyclone fan) storms the field with the UI Hawkeyes. If you haven't yet, please consider giving to this amazing cause! I took the kiddos to Goldies tonight and we enjoyed some Gezellig Brewing Company beer ice cream. Don't worry, it was non-alcoholic - despite Nolan and Harper's expressions. All proceeds from the ice cream sales will be put into Carson's Venmo account. I plan to make an additional contribution to his Venmo account as well.
Like most Iowans this topic has consumed me in many ways, and I'll be the first to admit that I have spent way too much time on social media the past few days watching where this story goes. However, this topic has hit close to home for me for a few reasons:
- The influence that social media has on our world today. How much it consumes our lives and the ability it provides for all of us to rally around any cause.
- What happens when we let our ego influence the decisions we make.
- Finally, as a family, we spent many afternoons, nights, and weekends walking the halls of the UIHC forcing smiles to other parents and children that were fighting the same fight as Chasen.
I cannot put into words how much this contribution will mean to the UIHC and the families that are there with their loved ones. And to think that a college kid just looking for a case of beer started all of this leaves me absolutely speechless.
Friday, August 23, 2019
Climbing Mountains
If you ever find yourself there, you may notice the marker I left to stake my claim. I've also been to Mount Olympus, Mount Fuji and K2. All at the top, wondering how in the heck I am going to get down back to safety. What route do I choose? Oh, did I mention I am afraid of heights?
Type A individuals are described as "outgoing, ambitious, rigidly organized, highly status-conscious, sensitive, impatient, anxious, proactive, and concerned with time management". AKA planners. For those of you that have known me for sometime, know how much of a planner I am. Phone calls I need to make, errands that need run, plans for after work (except dinner, ha!), and weekends for the next month, were all identified before I left the house most mornings. I had a 6 month plan for my 5 year plan, and a 5 year plan for my 10 year plan. Every choice I made, I was aware of the consequences and outcomes. I was a rigid, ambitious, proactive planner with everything in my life mapped out. The best route down the mountain if you will. But in March of 2017 when we learned of Chasen's cancer diagnosis my map went up in smoke, and I was lost in so many ways.
I found myself struggling with the loss of "control" I thought I had over my life. The realization that I could not effectively produce my five year plan, let alone my six month plan - even if I made the best decision every time - screamed defeat. Instead of working towards our six month goals, I was wondering what the next 24 hours would bring for our family most days. Living in such a concealed world was so foreign and lonely. I found myself praying for some consistency and certainty in my life. I often found it in the love and strength of my family, friends, teammates, and community members. We were so blessed to have an amazing support system to help us navigate through such a challenging time in our lives, guides for our mountain climb.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. We may not see the fruits of the challenges or decisions until weeks, months, or even years after we climbed down that mountain. It's pretty amazing to stand at the top of my mountain today and look at what I have gone through in the past nine months, heck even 3 weeks! I could have never predicted myself to be in this moment. As I continue to adjust to this new lifestyle - being ready for the unknown instead of "knowing" what's next - I find myself thinking "what's the rush, I got time to figure this out". In type A fashion, it totally freaks me out not knowing what my life will truly look like 6 months from now. But at the same time it is a little exciting. I am learning to trust in the plan that God has for me, instead of focusing on the plan I have for myself. I am learning to embrace the unknown.
Over the course of the last three years, I have had to learn how to adapt to what happens to me. As humans it is our nature to maintain a constant. Just look at any child and how they innocently react when their schedule is thrown off for the day. When we feel safe and comfortable life is good. We are content. What need is there to step out of our bubble, it is our happy place. But sometimes we are forced out of our bubble by things beyond our control, and when an opportunity comes up likely the choice to participate pushes us out of that bubble. How do we adapt, how do we react?
Being open and ready for change is not something that happens over night. BELIEVE ME. It is a change in mindset, a change in expectations, a choice in how we handle what happens to us. Now hear me out, I am no self-proclaimed expert, but I know I am more adaptable than I was a year ago and certainly five years ago. I am learning slowly, that sometimes it's not the destination, but it is the journey that makes life worth living. I don't think I will ever leave my type A ship, but I may spend a little time riding outside of the wake.
God has provided us with freewill, hope, joy, sadness and pain, in an effort to perfect us here on this earth. It is all about how we adapt to those curses, blessings, or change that make us who we are. And if we have an opportunity to help someone else down their mountain, we are really doing the work of His hands.
If you ever find yourself at the top of a mountain, make sure to stake your claim too. Enjoy the breathtaking view God provides and the wonderful blessing freewill offers to us. A chance to choose freely. Then when you get back down to sea level, or find yourself on another mountain all you have to do is have faith you can do it again.
Monday, April 22, 2019
A Love for the Land
Until you return to the ground, from which you were taken;
For you are dust, and to dust you shall return. (Genesis 3:19)
Saturday, March 30, 2019
The Resurrection of Spring
Sunday, February 3, 2019
Firsts
Sunday, January 20, 2019
This Season of Life
Like the rest of the world I am a huge fan of Joanna Gaines. Watching her and Chip work together to serve others, fulfill their passions, and create a lifestyle for their families, all while having fun - who doesn't have that dream?! In her December issue of her magazine, Magnolia Journal she talked about the challenges of having their fifth child at age 40. The additional appointments, extra exhaustion as a mother of 4 already, lifestyle and business shifts, etc. Despite everything that was thrown in their lap with this unexpected surprise, she felt totally prepared for this season of their life. I believe that God is always trying to prepare us for the next season of life. Whether it brings significant change, wrenching heartache, or a wave of blessings, He is constantly preparing us for that moment. Let me share with you my perspective.
Growing up I was a huge tom boy. Like to the point where I wore husky style wranglers because those were the only pants that fit my middle school body and adorned them with ropers (I am literally cringing as I type this, so country!). I loved playing tractors with Chris, was a kick ball star at school, and even caught salamanders and toads and kept them as "pets". I struggled through this part of life - trying to find the happy medium between what I loved and what my friends were all doing. I found somewhat of a saving grace when I started FFA as a freshman and really found a place for myself, feeling comfortable in my own skin. But now looking back, I understand fully why I found joy in all those things that boys do. God was not preparing me to be an active FFA member, but now for life as a single mom with a son. Playing farm, making mud in the sandbox and rough housing during a game of football seem second nature to me. Instead of being embarrassed of my tomboy years as a child I have been given an opportunity to embrace them.
Fast forward to 2016 when we learned we were pregnant with Nolan. At the time I was at the crossroads every working mom experiences - balancing my passion, my career, and being a new mom. I took a leap of faith and started a new job fresh off maternity leave as a Financial Officer. With support from Chasen and all of my teammates I adjusted to the learning curve as best as a post partum mom could offer. Five months into my new job, we learned of Chasen's diagnosis. Without the support of my teammates and customers, I can't imagine what the last two years would have brought. I have no doubt that God placed that opportunity in my life at the perfect time.
A few weeks ago I was at a landowners meeting for work. I found myself sitting next to another widow. During lunch we began to talk about her farm and her relationship with her landowners. Then the conversation switched to me. I told her that I am planning to farm our farm this year, while working full time and raising our son. Her eyes filled with sadness then complete panic "How are you going to be able to do all of that?" Well to be honest I don't really know, but I feel prepared for this season of life. From growing up on a farm, to my college years at Iowa State, to farming with Chasen, to learning from my customers, all with the help of amazing family and friends God has laid a strong foundation. I never thought I would find myself in this position, but I would like to think Chasen knew I would be prepared for this season of life.
If you find yourself in a difficult season of life, stop take time and reflect on how God has prepared you for this moment. Or on the flip side, trust that he is readying you for another season of life yet to come. Losing Chasen at age 31 was a huge sacrifice to all those that loved him. I often find myself in his absence reflecting, praying, asking how I am to move forward as a child of God. And at the end of the day, I find myself wanting to empower others to have courage and strength in their seasons of life.
During Chasen's cancer journey, Joshua 1:9 was a foundation to our faith. I've heard that pain should not be wasted, and I know He will not lead us astray. So whatever life may throw your way, strive to find the blessings in everything that happens to you.