I have sought to be prepared throughout my whole life. It has helped immensely, and yet in retrospect, it has held me back in so many ways. I don't regret anything I've done or haven't done in my life, yet there are times I wonder what would have happened if I had dived into the deep end of the pool of life.
I am seeking my own passion. I have had an amazing year, one that most would consider to be defeating, and at many times I thought for sure I was being defeated. In reality, the year and all of the experiences, both heart-wrenching and beautiful, have lead me to begin building the foundation I need to follow my passion. My eyes have been opened to the gifts that I have and the time I have spent in the past three or four years trying to fit my square peg into a round hole.
My husband and I were blessed last year at this time with the opportunity to provide a good home for our great-nephews. We do not have children of our own, and we dived right in with two boys 7yo and 8yo. Rambunctious doesn't begin to touch their energy level. They are bonded strongly to one another, and I am so happy for that--they will always have each other. However, my husband and I soon learned that we did not have the skills to provide for the boys the help they needed. We learned that love was not enough and it broke our hearts deeply. We remain thankful for the opportunity, and prayerful that the boys will have all that they need in their new family to grow into good strong men.
In Fall 2010, my mother grew uncoordinated and started showing signs of mental confusion. With a history of dementia, we were concerned about the onset of Alzheimer's and / or Parkinson's disease. The challenge in the diagnosis was that Mom had no insurance due to missing the enrollment period for Medicare Part B following her retirement and the expiry of her employer-provided benefits on the date of her retirement. With a need to contain costs, it took us three months to learn that neither of the conditions we thought were at hand were the battle we would fight: She had lung cancer that had metastasized to her brain. The pressure from the swelling had shifted her brain midline and was impacting her ability to think, speak and move with any certainty or confidence. The mental and speech confusion rang true: aphasia was a condition my grandmother encountered in June 2010 at the time of her stroke and in the months following. I had learned how to manage that.
Throughout the months after Mom's diagnosis, and in the months prior, I had learned how to manage a lot of different things. I found that despite the pain, despite the difficulty of watching my Mom's decline in mental and physical strength, despite the heartaches, I was able to flourish in the activities of 'getting things done.' Through Christ all things are possible. And I was discovering my gift for managing information and tasks at hand. I was learning how to navigate the healthcare industry as I was helping Mom with finances, bills and organizing her medications and home care. All of this to help me but moreso to help my brother and her caregivers, so we could all be together in helping Mom receive the best care possible and to stay at home.
As her condition worsened due to her weakening constitution, we also saw Nik's dad slipping away to a long term illness that had wracked his body. In the weeks following his Dad's passing, Mom slipped into the next life as well.
Our challenges did not end, and we waited for an understanding of what was happening. As my world at home was upended, so was my world at work. I struggled for understanding at MPOW, yet did not need the same to explain the grief and loss at home. I was prepared for what would inevitably happen to all of us. I was not prepared for losing control of my career and my identity in my working life. Then it clicked. I had been coming to terms with my calling.
From today's readings in my daily Catholic devotions: 2 Corinthians 4:7-15; New American Standard Bible (NASB)
These words are so powerful today and in the face of my need to "prepare" for the coming changes in my career. I could just jump, and taking that leap of faith may be just what I need. I am especially struck by the following verses:
"8we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed;
perplexed, but not despairing;
persecuted, but not forsaken;
struck down, but not destroyed;"
2 Corinthians 4:8-9
I needed this encouragement, this gentle nudge today. I was inspired by a reading on a blog I follow, (in)courage--a home for the hearts of women. I love the power of the July 25, 2011 post.
May God bless you and keep you and your family, as you continue your pursuit of passion--and may all who read these encouraging messages, or the thousands of others presented to us each day as opportunities, feel the ability to answer their own Call. You will be sustained. You will be supported. You will not be destroyed. You are prepared.