Sunday Reset

It’s been a rough week. One of those that just isn’t much fun. You know...the kind of week where your clothes don’t feel right, your body is achy, you can’t get enough sleep, can’t stop eating, keep arguing with your husband over dumb things that turn into bigger issues than they need to, and really cannot even stand to be around your kids. Heck, I couldn’t hardly stand to be around myself! It wasn’t ALL bad, there were some good times - like our impromptu dinner guests for homemade bread bowls and broccoli cheese soup one evening.  That was good night.

This week I got a little stressed out. I had agreed to do the musical message this Sunday several weeks ago, but in my true fashion I waited until just this week to figure out what it was I wanted to sing. There are so many great songs and how do you just choose one?! I reached out for suggestions from friends and in turn received even more choices. 

I finally decided last night that I probably had better get it figured out, my name was most likely already printed in the church bulletin. I had sang a song several months ago that I loved. Carrie had found it for me. (She lost her “song picker outer” privileges with this one though. How dare she have a busy life and family and not drop everything to help me!!)

Anyway, I tossed around the idea of just doing “In Christ Alone” again.  Who would know, besides me and Carrie, that I had just done it? Everyone. Everyone would know, because I have a big mouth and would have told everyone. Haha

Then I chose “Come to Jesus”... but just wasn’t feeling it when I would practice.  Finally this morning, I just told myself it was what it was and listened to the song I was going to song over and over and over. I wrote out the lyrics, and then practiced all the way to church with Ryan as my coach. He tried to be encouraging, but his face... even he thought it might be a bad idea.  It was rough. It really was not very good. I didn’t understand it... I sang along with JJ Heller in fantastic fashion, but as soon as I removed her voice...it just wasn’t pretty. My timing was off and my words kept getting caught or switched up. So, I prayed about it, and practiced again....with the same disappointing results. 

When I got to the church, Jeremy told me that Pastor Scott said I didn’t have to sing if I really didn’t want to... he had gone ahead of me and told him how nervous I was about it.  I considered going up and singing from the loft, at least nobody could see me up there! 

I opened my bulletin and saw my name in there. No turning back now!  As soon as I saw my name, I actually felt that it would be ok. It may not be perfect and it may not be pretty, but I knew that not one person there would ever say that. They would clap and it would be done, and hopefully someone would ask me to sing again.  Robin and Carrie both offered some encouragement and the service began. Can I just say, that was the fastest service leading up to my turn in the history of ever?!? 

I walked up there, took a deep breath, and ... I did it. Seriously...I impressed myself. If I hadn’t been so hot on the pulpit, I may have even given Jesus a little fist bump of thanks when I was done. 

As I was singing, I scanned the congregation....there’s a lot of people that I care about that are suffering.  Some of them were there, some were not. Their hearts are breaking, their worlds are shaking. My own world was shaking on this day, a year ago. I am so very thankful to be through it, and know that with time they’ll be through their troubles, too.  We are all in His hands. Do me a favor, please add my friends and church family to your thoughts and prayers. All of them, for whatever they’re dealing with... loss, divorce, sickness, exhaustion...whatever it may be.  

So... here’s to a fresh Sunday start for the upcoming week.  Put it in His hands my friends, the results are astounding! 

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to all! You have probably heard me and several others muttering about how we cannot wait to be done with 2017.  Well, that’s true... saying it was a rough year is an understatement, but I would be lying if I said it was all bad. 

 I learned a lot from 2017.  We gained a lot from 2017.  We also lost a lot in 2017. 

I lost my idea of being invincible and that “something like that won’t ever happen to ME”. Well, it did, folks. And, while I’m so ready to be done with all things kidney and cancer, I know that it will stay with me forever. My scars may be ugly, but slowly they’re healing and lightening...and in a way, I’m thankful that they will always be there.  They remind me to pray, to thank God for all of the good things that are in my life.  They remind me that even when everything appears to be scary and hopeless, there is always something to be thankful for.  There are always prayers to be said and many that are answered. 

We lost people in 2017, and with them went a little piece of our hearts that will remain with them forever. I hope that those that we lost at their own hands are finally at peace and able to rest.  I wish we could go back so that you could see that you were not alone and that there were so many people that would do anything to change your actions that day. We miss you. 

To those that we lost to illness, and other medical issues, I rejoice that you are now perfect and whole and no longer in pain ... but our hearts ache for all of you.  We miss you. 

2017 gave me clarity, and reminded me of the value of good, true friends. I got rid of the people that made me feel inadequate, and who encouraged that nasty behavior that I felt sick about. As my dear friend always tells me, “you’re better than that, Nicole.”  He’s right. I’m better than that and I’ve chosen to surround myself with the people that inspire me to be better than average, to think before I speak, and to build others up, rather than tear them down. I am trying, and while I’m not perfect...I am definitely a better person today than I was a year ago.  I value the closeness that I have with my quarters, and while there are still some pennies, they are the extra shiny ones.  The shiny ones that may have been dull at one time.  They still add value to my life, and some are quickly becoming quarters. I’ve discarded the dull, dirty ones and to be honest... it’s an amazing feeling. I struggle at times, but I don’t ever feel remorse or wish I was back around them.  I will continue to pray that they, too can be better- but I’m not holding my breath. 

I am filled with great love for my family, my friends. I’m blessed to have friendships that become family and to share in their joys, including experiencing the love of their children. We are all building this wonderful little village, that I hope will continue into and beyond their generation.

I enjoy daily reminders of hope, encouragement and funnies from the friends I have chosen to surround myself with, and I can only hope that I am as good to them as they are to me. I am going to make a more conscious effort to let people know that I appreciate them and care for them...

I have changed jobs and while I do miss the people that I used to help care for, I am so happy with my position now. I am steadily working to change the letters following my name and have been given the most amazing support system! I am working full time at Stormont-Vail, on the stroke floor. I have learned so much in the last 3 months, and continue to learn new things every day. I have met some really great people and am excited to grow relationships with my new co-workers. 

In the end, 

I am honored to be walking along with those of you taking a part of my journey. I wish you many things including joy, love and health in 2018. May you always feel loved by those around you, supported in your struggles and victories, and always know that I am just a phone call, text or thought away from you should you need anything. There is nothing too big or too small for us to do together, and the good Lord willing, He will be holding our hands throughout it all.  

Much love, and thank you! ❤️