A Death, a Wake and Letting Go of Fear

2594 2594_ () 2594 2594 Our friend Bob died a few days ago. He had been sick for a while, struggling with his health since discovering five years ago that he had a degenerative disease.

It has been heartbreaking to watch Bob’s health decline, but instead of focusing on that sad part of things I want to tell you something beautiful about this, something I got to witness and something that makes me grateful for my life. It makes me feel lucky.

Joe is a boy I have known forever, since I was a little girl and he chased me on the playground (that’s kind of a lie — Joe never chased me specifically but he was one of those boys that chased girls and I was a girl that got chased but you know, not by him). Anyway, this little boy Joe is now a grown man with five children and his dad is Bob.

A few months ago, Joe knew his dad was deteriorating really fast, much faster than they had anticipated. I was at a family party at New Year’s and Joe brought his dad by briefly. The entire time Bob was there, Joe stood very close to his dad and didn’t take his eyes off him. He hovered and kept an arm on him and just guarded his dad. At that point, Bob was still able to walk and talk, just barely, and Joe stayed so close to him I couldn’t help but cry. I could see so much love and it was beautiful.

For the last few years, I had been seeing Joe at his folks’ house nearly every day. He works right up the road and came over every day for lunch. He was always working on ways to help his dad stay comfortable even in his failing health. He loved extravagantly.

I saw Joe the other night and got in a conversation with him about death and dying. He had been at his parents’ house constantly and they were basically waiting for his dad to die. They didn’t know when but they knew it was soon. My friend Amy was part of the conversation and we got to talking about grace and dignity and mostly I tried to just listen to Joe. His eyes were red from lack of sleep, but he seemed so hopeful, so at peace.

His dad died a few hours later.

Today is Bob’s wake, and it’s right in our neighborhood, at his house. It’s a good old fashioned “the body is right here in the front room” wake and what is beautiful to me is that everyone from around here will simply walk over and stop in, pray with the family, hug them, be there for them. Literally be there for them.

It breaks my heart on the one hand, but it makes me so happy on the other. I can’t imagine his wife or any of his children are relieved, but that suffering. So much suffering. His mind was strong and his body so weak.

I’ve been thinking these last few days, every time I walk by Bob’s house or drive past it, how strange it is he won’t be there anymore. His family has been there forever, just like so many other families in my neighborhood.

That’s the hard part of this life — of living in this actual physical community that I’m a part of. You know people forever and at some point people are going to die. There is that rejoicing for them, but the sadness for everyone else.

The other thing I’ve been thinking is how overwhelmed I am at the goodness of this life. And how I almost never talk about it here, in this space. And I know why — I’m too scared. I don’t talk about my life because I’m afraid you will think I’m crazy. That you will think it’s all nuts. I also think about some of my friends who grew up here and really have no use for this place, and I think, well, I think too much about that too. I worry too much when I sit to write and as a result I don’t really write at all, not about this.

I also don’t want to brag. I don’t want to sound like this place is a utopia. I don’t want to act like what we’re doing here is better than what you’re doing. I think and worry and hesitate and end up not sharing about one of the most important things in my life, which is how I feel called to build the church, my family and our specific call to build the church by living this kind of community.

And then our friend Bob dies (and yes, death sure has a way of putting things into focus). And I think about how hundreds of people will be walking over to his front room tonight to say farewell. How this man invested in this life here, moved from across the country to be a part of this thing, and he will be sorely missed.

Mostly, I feel lucky. I’m so lucky that I got to witness something beautiful, and yes painful, but mostly beautiful as I watched my friend be a part of holding his dad’s hand as he moved through the end of his earthly journey. 2594″> .


Quick Takes: Gratitude and Glamour

2586 2586_ () 2586 2586 1. Y’all, thank you so, so much for how generously you have shared your prayers and money with my sister and brother-in-law. I’m blown away. The donations have poured in and it’s so much more than I had even hoped for. When my sister saw my blog a few days ago, she was so blessed (that’s the genteel way of saying she was crying her eyes out, so touched by all of your love) and I said, “Jo, those comments there? That’s only a fraction of what’s been coming in.”

I am getting the sweetest emails and notes and it means so much that you would care for someone so dear to me. Thank you ALL. xo

I will leave the paypal button up until the end of the month, and will do the drawing in a week or so. Also, my friend Lisa Hendey is throwing in two of her books, so that’s now a part of the prize list as well. Thanks, Lisa!

2. This Tuesday was the first day of school and to celebrate I grabbed lunch with a few friends.

Later that day, I picked at my leftovers while I worked on the computer and after about ten minutes I realized that I had taken a bit of tortilla and forgotten to chew.

I had to take a picture, it was so amazing.

My glamour knows no bounds.

3. Speaking of school, this week has been a butt-kicker. Sorry for the frank language, but saying it “kicked my heiny” or “was really a challenge!” Well that simply does not convey the abject struggle I’ve had in keeping up with the energy levels that my boys bring when they walk in the door.

I’ve realized that I pretty much devote my entire school day — 8:30 a.m. to 3 p.m. to getting my ducks in a row to deal with what happens when everyone comes home and wants food, snacks, more food, homework, what’s for dinner, need to get on computer, have PE tomorrow where’s my uniform, food, more food!!!!

And that’s the first five minutes.

It’s a flurry and it’s exhausting.

I’m hoping we will all get used to it — if I remember correctly the first week of school is generally pretty exhausting always. Because, dude, I am overwhelmed.

4. Good news on Charlie and his burn: no skin grafts needed!

We had a burn recheck yesterday and the good (good, good!) doctor said the 3d degree medallions are healing nicely and we are moving off the cream and onto an ointment. Also, instead of the massive bandages we’ve been using, Charlie is switching to some stretchy pants and I won’t lie, they are not unlike these:

Except they are gold.

So it’s a win-win situation: easier, cleaner dressing changes and Naaachhooooo! Gold stretchy pants.

p.s. if you love Nacho as much as we love Nacho, go read these quotes. It’ll brighten your day.

5. Yesterday we had a hawk in our yard. We came home from a walk and there standing right in our row of holly trees was this hugemongous beast and he was having a snack.

He was munching down on a dead squirrel and it was every bit as gross as you would think. My mom was coming home from work around this time, just as we walked into the house and later on I found a frantic message from her on my phone (I didn’t get there in time because I was busying a) calming freaked out children and b) keeping them from running to get a closer look.

My mom and dad are avid birders and she knew that if we got close enough while that hawk was eating that some of us might be his part of the meal deal.

I’ll write more about this later and post one of the 1,298 pictures Ethan took. Some of those pictures are close up and involve a bloody beak and picked-over vermin and Paul and Ethan came into where I was already in bed last night (reading Amy Welborn’s amazing book) and tried to show me these pictures.

6. We are off to school this morning for the Tie Ceremony for Elliott. He who turned 13 last week and yes I’ve been crying in my beer ever since. I’m happy he’s a teenager but really? Two teenagers? Does that mean I’m getting old? Does that mean he’s not my baby anymore? I guess that explains why he’s been towering over me for the last few months?

7. Don’t answer any of those questions. Just go tell Jen I said hi. Have a fantastic weekend — and get some rest. 2586″> .


Donate to Life

2576 2576_ () 2576 2576 Also titled: Help a Sister Out!

This is a little unorthodox for these parts, but here goes:

I’m  doing a fundraiser and I would love your help.

My sister and her husband desperately want a baby. And we can be a part of that happening.

This beautiful couple has gone the routes that people wanting a baby go and the next step in their journey is to visit Pope Paul VI Institute in Omaha.

It takes a lot of time and money to go to PPVI. But from everything we hear, it’s absolutely worth it.

There are tremendous costs incurred — travel, food, lodging, the actual procedure, etc. It’s a lot and my sister and her husband understand that and are willing to make the effort. They have been working hard and saving and working some more to save more. They have done an incredible job (sold a car, quit eating out, odd jobs after their 9-5’s) and they are just about there.

But not quite — there is a little more to go. And I’d love to somehow let the Internet shower them with a little love. I know this is very forward of me, but I was wondering if perhaps you’d like to help?

If every one of my blog readers gave even $1, that would be a nice little chunk of change. As crazy at it sounds, I’m humbly asking you to consider this.

I know most of you don’t know my sister (trust me, she’s awesome). But her fertility journey — which has pretty much been the exact opposite of mine — it has opened my eyes to the great struggle some couples have to start a family. Perhaps you’ve been in this situation yourself and understand precisely how this feels.

I had no idea what some couples must do to get a baby. And it sounds like PPVI is at the top of the list in helping that happen for couples like this one.

So if you can donate a little something to this cause, I would be blessed and humbled. If monetary donation isn’t feasible, please pray for them. They leave at the end of this month to start what we are praying will be a new, encouraging and exciting season in their life.

For those who do donate, I am offering a few little door prizes. Three very generous friends of mine have offered their services as part of this drive (thank you, girls!). If you Donate to Life, please leave a comment at the end of this post and you are automatically entered to win one of three great prizes.

Prizes are:

1. Year subscription to Faith and Family Magazine, thanks to generous editor Danielle Bean
2. A shopping session with the fine Hallie Lord at Bloom
3. A web banner designed by the fabulous Dorian Speed (who designed this very site!).

So enter to win — click on the paypal button to the left and we will see what we can do.

Thank you so much for any support you can give. Much love to you all. 2576″> ? .



Henry walks into the kitchen and announces he is hungry.

“How about a cheesestick,” I offer.

“No thanks.”

“A yogurt?”


“A peanut butter sandwich.”

He sighs.

“I want someting dat’s not healthy.”