Celebrating Life

I remember so well cradling my step-niece’s little newborn head on the afternoon of July 8th, 1990.  As I smiled at Rachel’s tiny little face I was struck by how I was holding a new life in my hand, when only a few miles away, another life was leaving this earth.  We had just left my mother’s hospice bed side.  We knew that her time with us would be short now, the death-rattle in her chest nearly broke me apart to hear it.  Her short battle with breast cancer was coming to an end.

We took my Dad to Fisherman’s Wharf in Victoria and we quietly ate fish and chips for lunch.  Dad even smiled as a seagull stole one of his french fries from his hand.  I hadn’t seen him smile in days.  Dad had been Mom’s primary care-giver for two difficult years as she fought with cancer.  He was exhausted, but refused to give up hope that Mom would “bounce back”.  Today, after seeing her, he knew that was not going to happen.  He said “Good bye” to his wife of nearly 38 years and he knew in his heart that it would be the last time he would speak to her again this side of heaven.

In an effort to keep our minds occupied on something other than Mom’s impending passing, we decided to visit my husband’s step sister, who had just had a baby girl weeks previous.  Dad smiled at the tiny one and commented sadly, “One is born and one is leaving.  That is the way life is.”

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die…” (Ecclesiastes 3:1-2)

Yesterday I held my little grandson tightly, and giggled as his little face contorted in newborn grins.  He was dreaming and twitching.  I don’t know what newborns dream about, but it had to have been something funny because he grinned and then stuck his tongue out in his sleep.  I held him but in my mind’s eye I saw the face of our precious friend, a gentle giant of a man, whom we  learned had passed away the night before.

I called Ross my “huggy bear”, and he laughed whenever I called him that but he always lived up to the name, never letting me pass by him in church without giving me a huge bear hug. Every child in the entire church, including my own children also lined up for a hug from “Uncle” Ross.  He liberally gave out hugs to everyone as he was so adored by so many.  Tender of heart, sweet of spirit, he was a man of God, a mentor to the young men in the church, and a man who not only talked the Talk, he walked it every single day.

I hugged my new grandbaby, and with a tear trickling down my cheek in remembrance of that great man, I gave my grandson an extra squeeze and whispered to him, “That’s from “Uncle”Ross.”  Baby Jaxon just grinned in his sleep and stuck out his tongue.  I’m sure I could hear Ross laughing from heaven.

“…a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.”  (Ecclesiastes 3:4)

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Grand Day!

All that I thought of as I waited patiently (or impatiently as the case may be), for news from the hospital was that my baby was now having a baby.  Memories of her childhood washed over me as I recalled the first time I held her in my arms and she stuck her tongue out at me.  She still does, even at 27 years old because she knows it drives me crazy whenever I try to take a “serious” picture of her.  I remember when we first moved to the country and my little citified preschooler refused to walk farther than the end of our driveway and when I attempted the half a mile jaunt to the mailbox, she stood in the middle of the road refusing to take a single step further and yelled, or should I say screamed, “I’m delirious!”  Strong-willed?  You betcha!

Then there was the fateful day when her Dad tried to teach her to ride her bike.  He had duct-taped a hockey stick to the back of the bike’s banana seat and then he ran along holding the hockey stick encouraging her to peddle.  Her thought must have been, “Why should I pedal when Dad is doing quite well pushing me?”  You guessed it, as soon as he let go of the stick she toppled over sideways…again, and again and again.  She finally crashed at the foot of the driveway and tossed her helmet into the ditch and kicked the banana seat with all her might and declared, “I am NEVER riding this stupid bike ever again!”  Needless to say, her Dad did not accept that news with grace and declared with equal determination, “Oh yes, you will young lady.  We do not quit when things get tough!”  Those words seemed to stick with her right through her elementary, middle, high school and university years.  Laurelle never quit when the going got tough.  There was only one time she had the urge to give up and that was after bullying nearly got the best of her in middle school, but with determination and support, she pushed through that trying time in her life and persevered. 

We got the call at 7:00 a.m. Saturday that Laurelle’s mild contractions had “blossomed” and she was heading to the hospital.  Her baby’s due date was Feb. 26th but we suspected that baby would come a little sooner…at least Laurelle hoped so.  They sent her home telling her that the contractions were not regular enough.  Within four hours she knew that they needed to trek back to the hospital.  She texted me saying that they were admitting her as she was 4 cm. dilated.  The waiting game for the expectant Grandparents began.  Matt, kept us updated by text right through the night.  We slept little waiting for news.  Finally Matt texted just before five in the morning on Sunday saying that although Laurelle had valiantly laboured for well over fifteen hours and pushed for the last three hours, baby was not progressing and a c-section was ordered.  My husband and I clasped our hands and prayed for our daughter and for the new life to be born.  I had Laurelle by c-section and I knew the journey she would take undergoing the procedure and the recovery process. 

At 5:46 a.m. Jaxon Paul was born and we were told later by our son-in-law that Jaxon, who had been a pretty active baby all through the pregnancy, had decided to do one last turn just before delivery and somersaulted so he presented breech to the doctor.  He was unceremoniously yanked out by his little feet!  He weighed 7 lbs. 15 oz.

When we got the news, Charles and I hugged each other and yelled, “We’re Grandparents!”

When I held my new grandson for the very first time, words cannot adequately describe the emotions that overwhelmed me.  My daughter looked tired, exhausted really, but grateful to have her baby at long last.  This much-prayed-for baby.  After two devastating miscarriages, Laurelle could have given up in her desire to have children.  The pain of loss so great that it nearly overwhelmed her after the second miscarriage.  But she believed that God had a plan and a purpose for her life, and that included children through birth or adoption, and she was prepared to let God lead her. 

As I cradled little Jaxon in my arms, I praised God for this little miracle, this little gift from God to our family.  Once again our life verse rings true today!  “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.” 

Happy Birth Day, Jaxon!

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To Infinity and Beyond!

One of my favorite animated movies is Toy Story.  One of the classic lines in that movie comes from Buzz Lightyear when he says, “To infinity and beyond!” and then he charges up his powerpack to fly off to fight “evil”.  I sort of felt like that at the end of my book launch day for Heal the Wounded , I was soaring!  But the day did not start out that way.

That morning I will admit I was feeling more than a little discouraged.  I suppose I had brought a lot of it on myself.  I mean whenever you have spent weeks and weeks planning and getting ready for a big event, there is always a kind of let down if the day doesn’t pan out exactly as you envisioned.  I had planned and prepared for my book launch of Heal the Wounded for months and to say that I was excited would have been an understatement.  That is why when I opened up my computer and particularly went to the Amazon.com website that morning, I fully expected to see my book sales soaring!  Instead I saw I had sold all of two books.  Two books!!  With my impressive royalties that translated to my making enough money to buy one cup of coffee at Tim Hortons.

Talk about discouraging.  Now I know (or at least I try to tell myself) that it’s not all about selling books for me.  Writing for me is a ministry.  I’m called by God to write, but still for a while there that morning I really questioned God if what I was doing was really worth it.  I mean what was the point of writing books if NO ONE read them?  So, I wept before the Lord that morning and cried out all my frustrations to Him.  It was truly the sorriest “pity party” I could throw for myself.  I thought it sort of ironic in a way because it was supposed to be a day of celebration.

I told God (as if He didn’t know already) that my entire family had been neglected while I planned and promoted my book leading up to that day.  I had spent the majority of my time networking, blogging, doing interviews, Facebooking, Tweeting and much more all for the sole purpose of selling my books.  My house had gone weeks unvacuumed and undusted.  My husband and kids had lived on take out because I was too busy to prepare them a decent meal.  There were some days I had forgotten to eat, and some nights I never slept.  And that morning I discovered what all my efforts had accomplished…the sale of two books!  I cried to the Lord and asked, “Was all my hard work worth it?”

Then I asked God to give me a scripture to cling to for the day and I fully expected that I would get one of those “pep talk” scriptures.  You know the ones like “I am fearfully and wonderfully made…” or “I can do all things through Him who gives me strength”.  I expected God to lead me to one of those “feel good” scriptures but instead as clear as a voice in the room I heard, “Proverbs 14:4.”

I opened my Bible and read: “Where there are no oxen, the manger is empty, but from the strength of an ox comes an abundant harvest.”

I will admit that up until yesterday morning, I had never EVER taken any special note of that little verse of scripture.  I was slightly offended,  “You calling me a COW, God?”  I think I could almost hear Him chuckle.

I was sure God wanted to teach me something and since I was just too dense to figure it out for myself, I decided to use a few commentaries to figure out what the verse was all about.  This is what I discovered:

“Proverbs is an interesting book on the surface,”  I read, “but it is not just another collection of ancient sayings.  It is, rather, a collection of inspired truths in memorable and vivid forms.  Proverbs covers a wide range of topics.  There are proverbs concerning wealth, wisdom, friends, family, work and worldliness.”

Have you ever heard someone say, “There are pros and cons to everything”?  We make decisions by weighing the advantages and disadvantages of a thing.  Now we might not understand this analogy of oxen and tillage because farmers today use machines for tilling the soil but in Biblical times (and even in some third world countries today) oxen are valued “tools” for farming.  But when it comes to owning oxen, there are definite disadvantages.  For one thing, they eat a lot.  They also can be very expensive to keep and apparently using oxen for labour in the fields can be extremely time consuming.  It’s also incredibly dirty work using oxen in the fields.  Thus if a farmer looked at all the disadvantages, a farmer might agree that he might save himself a lot of time and expense if he did not own an ox.  That said, without an ox “the manger is empty” or “clean” in other words.  Without oxen there is no food needed in the feeding trough to feed the animal, but there is also no food on the farmer’s table either.  Oxen provide the means necessary to till the soil and to gather in the abundant harvest later.  Their cost and convenience does not compare with their overall productivity.

Solomon is not simply giving a lesson in agriculture here in Proverbs, he is stating two basic principles:

  1. you need the right tools for the job you need to do, and
  2. the cost of the right tool is worth it.

This is true for both material and spiritual work.  With any kind of work in ministry or in service to others, at times the labour is hard and sometimes even dirty.  There are unpleasant aspects of the job, yet it ends in profit…building the Kingdom.  There will be a sure reward of that activity for him who goes, as with “the strength of the ox,” to the task to which God calls him.

Another thing I learned about oxen comes from Revelation 4:6.  John’s living creatures included an ox.  The ox was one of the emblems in the cherubim, and those living creatures were full of eyes, within, before and behind.  Scholars liken the word “oxen” to signify “teachers”, “leaders”, “guides” and “govenors”; names which most properly belong to ministers of the Word and indicating as well “sharp-sighted”.  A minister of the Word should be as laborious and unwearied as the ox.  The abundant harvest of souls is the result.

Light-bulb moment.  When we are called to minister in whatever capacity God assigns to us, we are to labour, work hard with diligence, and “keep on keeping on” because the effort is always worth it.  We may not see the results of our labour until eternity, but we have the assurance from God that when we labour for Him, whatever the cost, the effort is always worth it.

I had no sooner understood what God was trying to tell me through scripture than I went back to my computer and clicked again on Amazon to find that my book was not just on one but TWO best seller’s lists.  Not only did God encourage my efforts through scripture…He blessed them as well to prove His point!  Isn’t God good?!

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