You know the saying: “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone?”
As I am sitting here writing my midweek post, I am sitting in the middle of my living room, my buddy Jorj is laying on the ottoman in front of me, my hubby is doing his homework, my girls are on their respective electronic devices, my son is at church and my not so little puppy Charlie is going around to each one of us trying to figure out who is going to play/snuggle with her. Right now my house is calm and happy. This is not the norm (at least the calm part). We are usually pretty happy or at least content with the vibe of the household. It’s amazing to me how fast these moments go, as you are in them you don’t realize that they will be gone so quickly though. It’s times like these where it’s nice to sit back rock my rocking chair and enjoy the joy that comes from this time.
I feel like I am being a bit melancholy, these last two weeks have been a bit tiring and overwhelming. But in the times when I felt I needed something to change my course of thought, I get a phone call from a friend, a hug, or as I wrote about in last weeks blog “A Hug and a Toy” a car thrown at my head (no I don’t know the strongest man in the world, just a little sprite of a boy who wanted to have fun with me). Last night I got to see a very special friend. This lady was there for me when my family was growing. She stepped in, barely knowing me and decided to love me, my hubby and my kids from babyhood to the present. The best part about this gal is that her love knows no bounds, and her family is the same way. Last night I got to see her because of a very sad situation, and once again Judy took control in a very gentle way and allowed her niece to cry on her shoulder, and when she could no longer be in the place she was in Judy helped her up, and led her into her home. Her niece had to say goodbye to a friend that got her through the thick and thin of life with sweet snuggles and gentle kisses. As we were leaving all she could say was how she would never see her friend again. I not only cried with her as a friend, I cried knowing the feeling of permanent loss.
Then I got to thinking about the saying I started this post out with. Yes we may not know what have until it’s gone, but once the grief starts to lessen, even slightly the memories will start to surface. I know with my friend that she and her pet went on adventures. He was there while she worked. There will be joy found in her heart once the pain weakens. It’s time like this when I am reminded that I take a lot of things for granted. Everyday there is something or someone who could bring a smile to my face, if I would stop to really see what is around me. My sister is on vacation this week, and what does she do? She sends me a picture of what she is seeing as she sits and looks out her window. That brings me such joy in knowing that she is enjoying herself in such beauty. Every morning when I let our puppy Charlie out of her crate, I have about 1.5 milliseconds to hop back into my bed and get covered before she is on the bed doing everything in her power to lick us and say good morning. My daughter love to play this horse computer game and when I got home last night the first thing she did was shove the headset into my hands so that I could listen to what the rider of her horse does every time she jumps (the rider throws her arms out and yells “Wheeeeeeeee!!!”). Just in case you have been following me, this is the same daughter who spends majority of her day when she is home in her room. We barely see her. I will take what she gives me 😁
When life is overwhelming, I have a choice to let it take over or let joy come out. The most I can tell you is this, we will always have hard times, we will always have trials, and times of being in over our heads and overwhelmed. I have been with a lot of people over the years who have had to say goodbye to their beloved pets, and the main takeaway I get from each and every one of those times is that they were so thankful that they got to share their life with their pet. I love hearing the stories they tell, and I hope that by telling their stories that they can see that there was joy. My house is still quiet. The people in my house have changed their positions (the animals are still where they were when I started), but I am still enjoying the moment. I am enjoying being interrupted by my kids or my husband because I know that I will miss this when it is gone. I love that when someone gets home Charlie does everything in her power to whip her face with her own tail because of how excited she is to see the person. I love the joy in the moment even if I get the weird “oh great, I get to do the dishes” look from my son. I would love to bottle up these moments, these interruptions, these sad but joyful times. There isn’t really any way to fully preserve them, and so I think we will always deal with not knowing what we have until it’s gone. I know that is how life is, but we can choose to coat the memories that we do keep with a healthy amount of joy, because in doing that we will be reminding ourselves that joy comes and with it comes the ability to keep on living. Until next time:
And joy comes with the morning. But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day. ( Proverbs 4:18) Joy comes in the morning. It doesn’t mean tomorrow. It’s not a formula that promises that you’ll feel happy at sunrise. It’s a promise that will come true when God’s sunrise breaks.