Ten years….. a lot can happen in ten years! I was recently brought to think of the “10-year mark” because of the 10th-year anniversary reflection of our dear friends the Tyson’s. It’s a worthy read on their Caringbridge (Abel Tyson) site or on Rachel’s blog racheltyson.com as they considered the past 10 years of their lives.. I’m so excited for them to be having an amazingly wonderful 10th-year adventure right now with their precious Abel in Hawaii, as they mark this 10th year. Yes a lot can happen in 10 years.
Rachel shared in two of her most recent blog posts about her reflections on healing and prayer during these past 10 years. It truly is a worthy read and I hope you’ll check it out at Living the [Broken] Dream.
As always, I’ve been reading their posts with much interest. These are, after all, people I love. But I had no idea that God was also going to give ME a 10-year reflection. I was looking for something this afternoon ….. you know, one of those “go to the basement” kind of retrievals! I didn’t actually find the specific thing I was hunting, but I did come across a journal….. a journal with it’s first entry dated August 3, 2007. A lot can happen in 10 years.
Journals are not uncommon to me. I used to journal all the time. Daily. Somewhere down there in the basement are huge storage boxes filled with my thoughts and prayers. But at some point I quit journaling. Most assuredly I do still pray, but I no longer put a pen to said prayers. Instead they just seem to continually encircle my head and heart, wafting up to the Heavenlies!
Evidently, judging by how the journal entry of August 3rd started out, I must’ve decided on that particular day to pick back up my pen again. Perhaps God had me pick it up that day, just so I could reflect back on it today! What follows is the written prayer of that day…. a reflection on prayer — which is kind of interesting to me, as the Lord has been taking me on a journey of late, reflecting on who I am as I pray and what is it, exactly, that I should be praying for the people around me that I love and care about. I find it fascinating as I get to see where I am now, while looking back at where I was 10 years ago!
August 3, 2007
Lord, I’ve been gone awhile — gone from this written word format. But this morning I felt pulled back. Specifics perhaps. To “write it” brings me to specifics. Sometimes I wonder if I’m really “praying” — is “to think of it” considered “to pray for it”? I guess it could be, if one were in the right mindset of that mentality of “considering You”, thinking of it in direct relation to what You want and how You feel, as opposed to just thinking of it and the tragedy of it and the trauma and the need and that they have a huge dilemma that needs fixed and what will they do? I read in the paper about the little boy Chase from Piney Flats and all that this family has gone thru and has yet to go thru. He was on our prayer list. Bridgette sent us word of him — I remembered him. But how much did I really pray for him? Do we read the prayer list just to see what’s going on at church…..? Or do we read it to truly pray for these in such dire times? I think of the Tysons and of all they’ve been thru — so hard, so very very hard has been their road. But they aren’t lone travelers on the road of despair. So many, so very many travel this road. We ask for deliverance for them — for all of them. We want them delivered up off of this road of despair and we want them placed back on the road of the Good Life. The Good Life — the life of no problems, no worries, no fears, no threats — but on that road what do we learn? Do You allow so many long hard roads because it’s on the long hard road that we see You? On the road of brokenness of spirit and mourning and meekness and hunger, we become empty of self and self’s propensity to any semblance of “the Good Life”. We come to the place that all we have really is You. All else that we tried to rely on or put our hope in has been stripped from us. On the long hard road, we see You. We rely on You. We trust You. We cry out to You. Perhaps the cries start out as “put me back on the road to the Good Life” but at some point they become cries of surrender. They become cries of “show me Your Kingdom of Heaven”, give me Your comfort. The verse says “inherit” the earth…. for one to “inherit” there must be a death — is this death to self, perhaps. Bring me to be satisfied in You. Bring me to see You, to be content with what You define as mercy. I’m Your child. I wait for Your great reward. Or maybe I wait no more…. YOU are the Great Reward. Lord, help the hurting to find You on their long hard roads. You have brought me to the Tyson’s road. I first was just a bystander — watching and listening. And then You made me a cheerleader — encouraging them to keep traveling. But now You’ve made me a traveler with them. It is way too bizarre that on Rachel’s homecoming that there is nobody but me to pick her up at the airport tomorrow. We’ve never even met and I’m the one they asked? The circumstances of this whole situation extend and exceed all that’s logical. And thus the key flag of it being You…. totally composed, orchestrated, and played by You. How I got brought into 1st string is beyond me. Yet here I be. I give it to You — the Author and Finisher of all. Lead me, Lord. It’s Your song. It’s Your dance. Let the music begin and I’ll join You there. Let there be dance.
The timing of this August 3rd prayer is all the more pensive to me because this prayer was written the day before I was to meet Rachel for the first time! I had never met the Tysons before August 4, 2007. I had only heard of them through a prayer request and I had done just that….. I had prayed for them. But I had no idea that this family would become so important to me. Oh the marvels of our God who chooses who He chooses! It’s fascinating, actually. And I will be eternally grateful that He chose me….. He chose me to pick her up from the airport on August 4th, He chose me to be the one to take her for her OB doctor’s appointments while Adam was still in Memphis at St Jude’s with Abel, He chose me to become a kindred spirit with His child Rachel.
A lot can happen in 10 years. And we do well to pause and reflect and consider! It brings us to know that God is ALWAYS at work…… even when it doesn’t feel like it.
Psalm 42:5 “Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence.”
The Beatitudes – Matthew 5:2-11 And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying: Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God. Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
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Blessed be the name of the Lord. He gives and takes away. I am eternally grateful and honored that He saw fit to give me your friendship in the midst of all that taking. This is what can happen when we reach out instead of turn away. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
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we should all have a Kathy in our life 🙂 and a Rachel too!
I’m not sure what 1000 people have not responded to this post?! What is wrong with people?!!!!
I used to feel sorry for myself…you know the feeling? Feeling like I don’t have any friends at all. And then one day I started thinking..how open are you to sharing your life with others? How often are you looking for those in need of a friend?
Thanks for a look back on a friendship lived out well!
I love you both!
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and I’m not sure why I didn’t check myself before I sent my comment! That should read…”why”
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😂😂It happens to me all the time! Drat that auto-correct! As with so many of “life’s little conveniences”…. so often they don’t save me time at all! But I love hearing from you TWICE instead of once! So thank you Auto-Correct! And as for the 1,000 you mentioned (silly girl, you😂) I think I’m more for the small (perhaps just you and Rachel) than for the masses! And I almost didn’t even blog about this at all but instead just send it to Rachel because I thought unless one knew the back story that we didn’t know each other at ALL, one wouldn’t be so fascinated by the journey and the timing of their 10 year reflection and then God so sweetly throwing in my lap my own 10-year reflection. It was so interesting to me to read my thoughts from that night before I was to actually meet Rachel. I was so scared. She had traveled a road that really was no road at all. It was like a bomb had gone off and taken away any semblance of direction. All she seemed to have was fragmented pieces looking forward and a backward view of the nice, tidy road she’d been thrown off of. I had NOTHING to pour into that. No answers. No solutions. And even though I had the ultimate hope that is “trust God”, the timing of saying that didn’t seem right. But off I went. We met. I’m loading her 50-lb suitcase in my car (she’s pregnant, remember) and it DROPS on my toe! (I now affectionately tell her “remember when you dropped your 50-lb suitcase on my toe” and she says, “you did that to yourself”… or some such verbiage! And truth is, I did!) So we hop in the car, my toe is THROBBING (but I dare not EVEN mention it…. I mean, how does one whine about one’s simple little end-of-the-road extremity to one who’s lost their whole world.) And off we went. I’m sure I babbled and rambled and I dreaded her going back into her house for the first time. I eventually left her, knowing/fearing what that was going to be like for her in that house alone, and I cried all the way home. Matter-of-fact I ALWAYS cried all the way home when I’d leave her. I had a friend ask me why I kept putting myself through that. And the answer always felt the same…. “God called me to this.” And don’t get me wrong…. I pretty much did NOTHING in a hands-on way. For any of them. I never helped with Abel. I never felt equipped to. I did keep little Jonathon one time…. and he fell, on my watch, busted his head open, and his Doctor Papa had to rush to our aid from his meeting to STITCH UP his head. I don’t think I was ever intended to be for anyone but Rachel. And I think the reason I even bother writing any of this to you is because 1) I’m up early this morning and I have a tendency to rattle on anyway and 2) you brought up your own journey within the realm of “friendships”. I say all this to say…. you just need to rest in being that adorably witty, engaging, hilarious Robin that God made you to be. (you do know that I always say that if I came into a crowded room and there was an empty chair next to you, THAT’s where I’d want to sit!) But just be who you already are and trust me….. God WILL orchestrate! He plans. He chooses. He calls. He gives. He takes away. He determines seasons. He’ll bring the one to you. He’ll bring you to the one. It’s always of His doing. I said recently in a Five L talk that it’s not where you are, it’s who you are where you are. Just keep being our wonderful Robin and God will plant you! And about those 1,000’s you mentioned…. truth be known….. I’m not for the masses. No 1000’s for me (unless God would so deem it) I may just be for Rachel. and you. Love you, sweet Robin! Save me a seat! 😘 PS… I maybe just blogged again in a dad-blame reply! Golly gee I’m wordy!😉 (I love emojis… do you? There’s just something about “picking my emotion” that is so delightful to me! Maybe I’ll blog that sometime! 😂)
I wrote this long thing and it got eaten by WordPress! Technology HATES me!! 😫
This gist of it was, someone very dear to me is going through hell on earth, alone, and I keep praying for God to send her a Kathy Little. I say it just that way too:”God, will you please send her a Kathy Little?” He knows the enormity and complexity and urgency of that request, He knows the history. I need no further words. I tracked down this blog to send to a friend who is helping me pray. I hadn’t seen Robin’s comments (hey Robin! 👋) or your your reply.
I didn’t know you cried your way home every time! Though I can well believe it. I didn’t even want to be around me, I sure couldn’t fathom that anybody else would. Thank you, a million times thank you, for not taking your friend’s passive advice to save yourself and leave me to drown (though certainly she wouldn’t have said it that way — “God will take care of her, you don’t need to keep putting yourself through that..” amiright?).
Please, Father, pretty please can I be Kathy’s neighbor in Heaven? Thank you, thank you so very very much, for the gift of her friendship.
Alright Rachel Tyson…. you just brought me to tears…. AGAIN! There’s just something about you that’s linked to my heart and soul (and truly that IS all God’s doing! Who can muster up that kinda thing!), but you and your words and your life can affect me like no other! So yeah….. I’m thinking we’ll be neighbors in Heaven. amiright? or amiright? And I haven’t totally given up the notion that God might even allow it at some point here on earth! He’s gracious and merciful that way! And I’m praying that our faithful God who is all-knowing, will graciously and mercifully give your friend what she needs (and the friends/support/encouragement she needs) as she maneuvers her way through her own journey. Love you always, sweet girl!
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Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
Thank you for your gracious words!! 🙂 I love me some emojis too!
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