He Understands

Posted: September 26, 2014 in Uncategorized
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first dating photo 1987

My mother tells me I was a shy toddler. In fact, they couldn’t force me to go to preschool because I was so terrified. I have vague memories of a giant room with a tiny group of kids in the middle and I was supposed to walk all alone to join them. I wasn’t having it! Then I was held back from Kindergarten because I was still not ready to go.  The next year I had no choice and since my younger brother was also going, it seemed better.  All that ended up making me the oldest one in my grade the rest of the way through, which gave me some sense of confidence.

Somewhere along the line, the timidity disappeared…Because the rest of my school experience was all about talking with my friends, social events, and did I mention talking. In fact, I’m sure my middle school teachers and the librarian, in particular, would have never believed that I had ever been shy. I was banned from the library and sent into the hall more times than I care to admit. At one point, a close girlfriend of mine was told by her parents she couldn’t hang out with me because I was getting into too much trouble for…you guessed it – talking!

When faced with the  decision of what to do after graduation,  I remember my dad telling me that since I had so much fun in high school, I should go to college and continue all those types of activities. That sold me and off I went. He was right. My high school and college memories are so amazing; Thinking back to that time in my life brings a smile to my face.

And of course at college, I met the man of my dreams. At the end of my sophomore year, I made a prophetic statement that I probably had already met the man I would marry, but that neither of us knew it yet. That fall, before classes even began, Patrick asked me on our first date and then continued to ask me out every day after, always calling me (on the floor pay phone) immediately after he had just dropped me off! Three weeks into our dating, he told me he loved me (which I proudly did not say back) and he started telling people he was going to marry me. I took a little longer to decide. After all, I had my list (yes, a real list) of what were “absolutes” and what were “preferences.” I distinctly remember sitting in Pizza Hut and asking him the questions I thought were the toughest. If he could put up with my over-analyzing personality and not make me feel like an idiot, well then he was the guy for me. That was just the beginning of our friendship and his understanding of me. 7 months later we were engaged and the following year, 5 weeks after I graduated, we were married.  The photo above was taken early in our dating.  Long before the days of digital and iPhone cameras, you can imagine how precious this picture is.

Over the 25 years of knowing Patrick, he continued to be the best friend I could ever imagine. As with all marriages, our understanding of each other grew over time; He could predict what I was thinking. I knew how he would react. We could finish each other’s sentences. Many of our thoughts and opinions meshed and were as one. In fact, on all the major topics, we did agree. The more minor areas weren’t important and we just let each other be how we were and it was ok. I loved the fact that he completely understood me. He allowed me to thoroughly explain how I felt about something, truly listening and then would help me clarify what, if anything needed to be done.

Now that he’s gone, I am still always thinking of what he would say or feel or how he would react. I’m working hard to keep certain standards the way he did. Like the grass – he was meticulous about it, probably a little over the top. When both kids were home, the 3 of us could keep up with it pretty well. Now that they’re gone, it’s a lot of work.  It’s a big lawn and to use all the machinery and do it right takes almost 3 hours.  In fact, I just recently had a meltdown over the lawn because I just can’t keep it up as perfectly as he did.  And I desperately want to.

Some of the things that were important to Patrick, I have not followed…like the golf channel. It’s never on now. As for Notre Dame and the Tigers, I might look up the score the next day, but it’s not nearly with the same level of interest as when he was here. I used to try to find out some tidbit of news about one of his teams and tell him before he heard it himself. Boy, did he love it when I did that! I would be so proud of myself and he was excited that I was showing enthusiasm for something he loved.

That’s what I miss the most…his friendship and our companionship. The bond, the love, the sharing of life together. With the major things and the simple things. He is gone and a million times a week I want to share something with him. But I can’t.

It’s lonely. It’s quiet. Too quiet. It’s been 21 months. I am used to the silence, but I am not used to the loneliness. I had such a full life, such a vibrant marriage. A best friend and lover all in one. Words can’t come close to describing what we had and I will never find the right words to convey how I feel now. It’s like the neon light “vacancy” flashing in my mind over and over and over and I can’t get rid of it.

I want to say that I’m ready to close the cover on the volume of my life with Patrick; that I’m ok with it being in the past and now I’m ready for volume 2. But I’m not there yet. I’m in the transition and I still grieve deeply. I am functioning… I work full-time; I help facilitate GriefShare; I log my miles running; My church attendance is regular; I hang out with friends. But I do all that with a sadness in my heart that just can’t be set aside, a heaviness that weighs my soul down.

In my continual laments to the Lord, I have wrestled with the fact that in my head I know the Lord should be enough. That I shouldn’t need anything else. While that is true, God did make us relational creatures. He created marriage a unique relationship. Jesus himself grieved and there is much scripture about sorrow, suffering and loneliness.

When I am tempted to despair and think no one really understands, I have to force myself to focus on the truth of God’s Word; on His promises for me now and for my future; On what I already have in Christ and what I have to look forward to in eternity. This week a passage that I’ve had memorized for years came back to me in a new way.

Isaiah 40:28-31 “Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

Other translations say “there is no limit to his understanding.” I cling to that. God created me and He understands me. More than Patrick ever did and more than anyone ever will. In fact, he knows me better than I know myself. I find comfort in that truth.

I’m to a place where about 60% of the time, I can replace my tendency to think negatively with God’s truths in a fairly quick manner and keep on going. The next 30% of the time, it’s more of a struggle. I have to really force myself to apply the Word that I know in my head to my heart. The final 10% of the time is when I’m knocked to my knees both emotionally and physically, feeling completely unable to resist the battle. It’s like quicksand to despair and I’m so tired of fighting, I want to give in and just sink below the surface.

It’s those times that I know I need help. My pride tells me that no one wants to hear from me. That it’s the same ole’ story and if I am sick of it myself, it must be so much worse for my friends. But I have a core group who prays for me and really want to know when the grief fog is thick. So I reach out through a text sharing my desperation and then just let the waves of sobbing come, begging God to help me. Sometimes it’s a few hours and sometimes a few days, but graciously the darkness is lifted and I can start taking a few wobbly steps again.

It’s in these times, that I’m glad God made me a relational person. I couldn’t walk this journey alone. God is the foundation and the reason for my faith. But he also blessed me with many friends who are walking next to me.  Some live nearby and many are miles away.  But it doesn’t matter.  I need them all. They listen, they speak truth to me, they sing, they text, they pray, they email and message me. We eat together, we run together, we worship together, we cry and laugh together. Sometimes we talk about Patrick and sometimes we don’t.

My life with Patrick was a treasure;  My heavenly treasure will be to be with Christ forever.  As long as God still leaves me on this planet, I will seek to follow Him and serve Him with my life.  He can be trusted and I will choose to trust Him regardless of how my feelings vacillate.  He understands and He is worthy of my praise.

Isaiah 43:2 “When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you. For I am the Lord God.

 

 

 

 

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Comments
  1. Brooke Avolio says:

    Dena thanks for sharing, people do care even from the distance. That is truly the Love of Christ working in hearts and joining them together. I truly see God’s hand of heeling, in your writting and the truth about relational. The song that is comming to me right now is..Strength for today, bright hope for tommorrow, Great is by faithfulness, Great is by faithfulness, Lord on to thee.” blessings sister

  2. Del says:

    All I can say is… Thank you and to God be All Glory, Honor and Praise, for sustaining through your grief. Still praying.

  3. Brenda says:

    Well said!!

  4. Judy Stafne says:

    Someone gave me a poem after my son died of ALS which I read everyday–
    As I sit in heaven and watch you everyday. I try to let you know with signs that I never
    went away. I hear you when you are laughing and watch you as you sleep. I even place my arms around you to calm you as you weep. I see you wish the days away- begging to have me home.
    So I try to send you signs so you know your not alone. Don’t feel guilty that you have life that was denied to me. Heaven is truly beautiful-just you wait and see! So live your life, laugh again, enjoy yourself, be free!Then know with every breath you take-you’ll be taking one for me!!
    God Bless!!

  5. Leni Young says:

    Prayers from Alaska, Dena!

  6. Bea Lovins says:

    Thanks Dena, it’s a struggle to be without the one you love, but you know who gives the strength.

  7. Karen Davis says:

    I think of you often and am thankful that you continue to send updates. You are an inspiration to others, even though you might not feel that way. Love and prayers, Karen

  8. Rachael B. Clark says:

    I do not know you, have never met you, but I have prayed for you and your family for over 2 years. Before your beloved Patrick went to be with the Lord. I pray for strength for you, for healing of your heart, and mostly that the Lord, through friends even, will comfort you. God bless.

  9. Amy Ayers says:

    I’ll listen; you just keep talking!! 🙂

  10. Leah Wheeler says:

    Thank you for sharing your courage that can only come from the Holy Spirit in you. Thank you for your honesty. Your words bless me. I continue to pray for you to be able to always remember the cherished moments God gave you and Patrick. You are loved!

    Leah Wheeler Assistant to the Director My Sisters Place ~providing Gospel centered sober housing for women in transition. 614-558-6184 http://www.mysistersplaceohio.com

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  11. Brenda says:

    You are so precious. I pray for you always. May God ease your grief. Please know that you are loved.

  12. Sandy says:

    Thank you for using your gift of writing to express yourself to all who really care about you and who continue to pray for you.

  13. Lisa M. says:

    Keep pressing on dear sister…

  14. dolphinblue says:

    I just read all of your post.e

    Sorry to hear about Patrick.

    On another note. It is nice that he does not have to deal with all this crap going on in the world.

    We ARE living in the last days before the return of the Lord. You will see him soon. Don’t give up the fight. Your just missing him terribly, & grieving. Which is understandable. He is no longer suffering.

    I have an awesome minister I have been listening to. His name is Joseph Prince. He will help to insire, & to lift you up. He will help you to change your perspective, from morning to joyful laughter.

    You will be fine my dear. It is all a matter of time.

    This is just a small portion of what he has.

    Sift through what he has. Very inspiring messages.

    The Lord bless you!

    Joseph Prince – Jesus’ Passionate Love Unveiled In The Song Of Songs—Part 2 – 27 Aug 14

    Joseph Prince – Jesus’ Passionate Love Unveiled In The Song Of Songs—Part 2 – 27 Aug 14

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