This is for my fellow grievers…
It doesn’t really matter what or who you are grieving. Although it really sucks, the way I see it at the moment, you’ve been chosen to go through such a grief. There are some people that never have to go through these things. Now that I am who I am, I’m glad I’m not such a person. It’s like this; although I miss my husband and my old life with an indescribable ache, I do not miss the person I was back then. So foolish. So ignorant. Living day to day and still missing the point of life.
Now, I’ve been scarred for life. I’ll have to live with thoughts of Nate every single day from here on out. I will never be untouched by the harsh consequences of his death and Death, in general. And it won’t get easier. I’ve just found out my dad’s sick. I pray he’ll be completely healed. Even if/when he does, he’ll still die one day. People were never meant to bear up under such heavy things. Well, I guess I can look at this as an unbearable burden to live up under each day, or I can look at it as a blessing that God has brought me closer to seeing the Ultimate Reality. Maybe the Ultimate Reality is that death will overtake us all, but that death is just the beginning of greater things to come. That death is when Life truly begins. The Life we were meant for. Heaven. With God walking with us, touching us, talking to us… But we can only see so little of what is truly out there for us.
It’s just so so easy to forget that down here. Our flesh is weak, the distractions are so many. Immediately after Nate died, it was much easier not to care about petty little things. But as time passed, little worries started infiltrating me again. Now I have to think about these things again: Worrying about money. Thinking about how much it sucks to go from being married with kids to suddenly returning to communal living with roommates, as if my former life never happened. Feeling like I can no longer have children or wouldn’t be able to take care of any more by myself, anyway. Jealousy and anger. Worrying about Jack not having a father or how he will grieve Nate. The fact is we all look like normal people from the outside, but if you could look inside, you would see all the wounds. All we’ve been through. Then I have to, have to remind myself that none of it matters. It’s all an illusion. It’s all a short test. Then it will be over.
Nate wanted to get a tattoo all his life. Isaiah 44:5 written in Hebrew, which says, “One person will say, ‘I belong to the LORD.’ Another will call on the name of Jacob. Another will write on his hand, ‘The LORD’s,’ and he will adopt the name of Israel.” After he died, a group of us went and got ‘The Lord’s’ tattooed on our bodies in his honor. I got it on my wrist, and although I’m not really a “tats” kind of person, I’ve never been so thankful for a daily reminder like this. Scripture, written on my hand, telling me I’m not my own, I’m the Lord’s. I belong to Him. He’s taking care of it all for me. More than that, I look at it, and it’s a big scar. I’m scarred for life by it. I look at it and remember the place He’s carried me from. About 4 months after Nate died, I remember standing in my living room all by myself, crying so hard I couldn’t fully breathe, and yelling, “I don’t want to just get through this. I WANT TO BE SCARRED FOR LIFE BY THIS! Never take me back to how I was before. Never let me forget where I’ve come from. But, never, never let me forget where I am going… It’s hard. Make me remember it everyday. Just make me.”
I think that’s still my biggest prayer, besides telling Him He can take me whenever He pleases. I don’t want to be so prideful. I don’t want to be jealous and angry. I want Nate’s death, that was so evil, but God has transformed for the Good, to scar me for the rest of my life. Scars that make it hurt to be moving apart from God or away from Him leading me to Heaven.
Thank you, God.
(And thanks again to Leslie, for taking these. :)
17 January, 2008 at 10:25 am
I love the one of Jack, surrounded by so many scars and so much love. I bet he is so big now. I miss you guys. Thanks for writing this.
17 January, 2008 at 11:08 am
I’ve been reading your blog for awhile now and I cannot tell you how refreshing and thought provoking it has been for me. You speak truth with such humbleness and grace, you can’t help but see the changing work of God in you. Thank you for this post :). It has been a desire of mine (ever since I read Isaiah 44) to get a tatoo on my wrist saying that I am the Lord’s as well. Thanks again!
17 January, 2008 at 11:22 am
Truly beautiful. Thank you for being you.
17 January, 2008 at 11:26 am
I read your mom’s blog and had to be signed in under her name to do it, so that last comment is actually from me. Love you!
17 January, 2008 at 11:32 am
Wow, Lauren, the words, the pictures,AMAZING.
Your words are so honest and provoking so much thought in me. Through circumstances that I cannot even fathom, He is bringing so much life in you. Thank you for posting.
17 January, 2008 at 12:30 pm
Thanks for sharing Lauren. Incredible stuff and it spurs me on. Keep writing.
17 January, 2008 at 1:19 pm
The last photo is so beautiful and says so much! Thank you for sharing your journey, as always!
17 January, 2008 at 2:57 pm
I’m so sorry bub that your dad is ill. It aches me. It is too much for humans to bear death. But I’m so thankful for your perspective. I’m thinking of you and Kim and Jack always… Send me an email after the 24th thing.
17 January, 2008 at 4:29 pm
oh, my. what powerful words. i need to remember this forever. jan
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17 January, 2008 at 4:47 pm
Those pictures are beautiful. You are beautiful.
18 January, 2008 at 9:14 am
hi lauren. a few of my friends (and “blog friends” ha) are friends with you via blogs and church. i was sent to your site a while back and now check it everyday. i echo all the other thanks for your honesty and openness. truly truly an encouragement.
love in Him,
katy rose
18 January, 2008 at 9:16 am
hi lauren. a few of my friends (and “blog friends” ha) are friends with you via blogs and church. i was sent to your site a while back and now check it everyday. i echo all the other thanks for your honesty and openness. truly truly an encouragement.
love in Him,
katy rose
18 January, 2008 at 9:57 am
OK, so, still praying for your dad. And I love you.
18 January, 2008 at 2:21 pm
Hi again, I wanted to ask you a fun question about our blog. Can you send me an email sometime?
18 January, 2008 at 10:42 pm
Hey again, my grandma died yesterday. My pain seems so small, expected and even a little trivial compared to what you must feel but it still hurts and hopefully will “scar”…
Thank you for pointing to the truth, your posts are encouraging.
19 January, 2008 at 4:08 am
Lauren, I spent a long time dwelling on the same group of photos the other day. Don’t know why, but just did, and then checked this post. The tattoo means so much to me as well, though I was never the type to get one, like you. I was just writing on Leslie’s blog that I have always looked forward to getting old. Since Nate’s death I long even more for eternity. You help me (and so many others) deal with his death by putting words to feelings. I admire you, dear sister. I still dream of our boys growing up together…
22 January, 2008 at 12:13 pm
The two times I have read entries that you have written, I’ve ended up in tears by the end of them, I must unashamedly(sp?) admit. It is wonderfully encouraging for me to be able to continue to hear pieces of your story. Hope I see you and Jack again soon.