Remember and Celebrate

November 8, 2017

A Friend, Twelve Years In The Making

It is 12:32am November 8th as I write this. In just 6 1/2 hours it will be twelve years since I heard the words, “He’s gone” after waiting and hoping and praying for 32 hours my brother would be found – missing in the Montana mountains on a hunting trip. (I wrote about it HERE:  “Before and After, Day 3: Lost, Found and Gone”)

Remembering Gordon Eugene Longenecker
January 6, 1956 – November 8, 2005

It has taken a long time, but I have come to see grief as an uninvited guest – one who continues to show up. Sometimes I expect her. Other times she comes when least expected. She’s not someone to get rid of. We have become friends. After all, she is here, because the one who is missing was deeply loved

It is apparent we are meant to be lifelong friends until we arrive at the time and place where tears are wiped away and there is no more death or dying. Those I have grieved will be with me. Grief’s work will be done, for the missing and the grieving is for those I have lost and now found.

I will joyfully release her to befriend another who needs her.  It will take a while for them to be friends. I wish I could tell them they will find her patient and kind, even though she will insist they pay attention to her, for embracing her is the way to peace in the losing.
(written February 2017)

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“Yes. Loss is always with us. Sometimes more than others. I live with it comfortably most of the time, and long for what might have been when these days roll around.”
(Laura Landgraf – childhood trauma survivor, author, speaker and writer/blogger)\

This is one of those days.
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November 1, 2017

Family Matters (“Matters” Is A Verb) Part 2

This week’s post is Part Two of a three-part series written by me to my children and is a continuation from last week.

Go HERE to read “Family Matters: Matters is a Verb, Part 1” if you missed it last week.

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Family Reunions  were the best part of “going home” when we made our trips “back home”

Our families genuinely enjoyed being together. I remember a Christmas gathering at Grandma Hertzler’s farm (colored photo below) probably in the early 1950’s. Most our trips were made in the summer.  We grew in numbers! I had 20 cousins on your Grandma’s (Hertzler) side and 28 cousins on your Grandpa’s (Longenecker) side.  With that many, we often picnicked in the meadow of one of my uncle’s farms or a state park.

A favorite memory is three days at my Aunt Esther, Grandpa’s older sister, and Uncle Andy’s farm (black and white photo below).  A stream meandered through the meadow from one end to the other. We cousins built dams across across that not-so-big (little) stream – believing we could create a small pond for swimming, or at least big enough for wading.

Annual trips “back home” to see my cousins became my “normal” during my growing up years.  Our family made close friends (who become our “family”) in places far away from “back home” in Pennsylvania – in Dixie AL and Morton IL. As a pastor/missionary kid it became my “normal.” Inevitably, we cousins lost regular contact with each other in our college and adult years raising our families.

I’m glad you children got to know your Hiestand PA cousins when we lived there in the late 1970’s.  But when we visited my parents in Montana your Longenecker cousins were small children. By the time they grew up, you were establishing your own families.  I wish we had helped you keep contact with them.  It was easy to forget how much Family Matters.

When we (you kids and us) moved to Chicago, our immediate families were hundreds of miles away.  We realized that your families might live far away as well.  Gerald, you and Jill moved to Nebraska and started your family before you returned to Illinois. Todd, you and Melanie created your home in Pennsylvania and now Oregon. Scott, you brought Jill to the Chicago area. For each family who would want their kids living close to them, there is likely another family wishing the same thing.  Besides not being a fair expectation on our part, it would be unreasonable in the mobile society in which we live.

In short, we embrace your “home” where ever it is.

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In March 2009, your great Aunt Lois (the one who called all of us her favorites) and Uncle Elmer, invited the girl cousins to their condo in Long Boat Key in Florida for a weekend. We came from Texas, Minnesota, Illinois and Pennsylvania to spend time in one place for the first time in years. We spent a laughter-filled 2 1/2 glorious days together.  That Saturday we laughed and told stories all morning.

After lunch we laughed and told more stories.  Aunt Lois was certain they would be evicted from their condo from all the laughter and noise.

That weekend in March re-connected us in ways we didn’t know we needed. That September your Grandma Longenecker died and several of them came to the funeral to be with me.  We cousins committed to getting together again.  And we made it happen a couple years later.

The Longenecker Cousins’ Reunion July of 2011.

There’s your Grandpa Longenecker between his sister Lois (the one who called us her favorites) and Uncle Elmer, right in the front. Your dad and I are over on the right hand side (me in purple, dad in gray.) This was the “fun picture.” If you look closely, you see Uncle Elmer giving your Grandpa bunny ears. I guess some kids never grow up!

Through Facebook, I  reconnected with some Hertzler cousins and in the spring of 2013, suggested we get together again.  It had been many years since I had been with most of them.

Below is the result;

Hertzler Cousins Reunion May 2013 at Slate Hill Mennonite Church where Grandma Longenecker grew up and where she and Grandpa Longenecker got married April 5, 1947. Now there is a standing yearly cousins reunion over Memorial Day weekend “back home.”

Right there in the middle in the second row from the bottom is Grandma’s sister Janet (in the gray sweater) and her brother Maurice – the only two siblings left in Grandma’s family – out of nine 9 living children.  (One died when she was 18 months old) . I am in the pink top, right in the middle. Your Dad stayed home and took care of Grandpa Longenecker so I could go. (Not all men would be that helpful in caring for his elderly father-in-law. Your dad was an example of a man with a servant’s heart.)

And I learned something:

These reunions changed the distance between us
not the miles, but the connection.

We had grown up and changed
yet in many ways we hadn’t changed at all,
more like an older version of the kids we used to be;
only we now had kids and grandkids of our own.

We were still “us.”

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And soon I would be with my cousins again at your Grandpa’s memorial and I didn’t want to miss it – the love, the family, especially having no siblings of my own anymore.

Hence the text to my friends, asking them to pray for me to be present and receive love from my family. (See “Family Matters Part 1″  to make the connection)

And it turned out to be more meaningful for me than I could have known.
(to be continued . . . . .)

 

 

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October 29, 2017

Remember and Celebrate on Sunday: Backward and Upside Down Beauty

Did you know a drop of water reflects and turns an image upside down and backward. It changes the perspective of the light, the image, and the color. So does this clear glass ball which is a part of the lobby window treatment at our favorite Chicago hotel where we were celebrating our 46th anniversary.

Backward and Upside Down Beauty In The Window

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(December 21, 2016)
I’ve been sitting here in this quiet lobby, staring at this window treatment this morning, intrigued by the striking images. I notice how the top of the building and blue sky are reflected in the three larger glass globes on the left side.

I first noticed this phenomenon in the droplets of water clinging to tree branches after an earlier rain one morning at the Chicago Botanic Gardens.

Now here it is again.

Through the hotel window: an ordinary street, on an ordinary day, in an ordinary city and a bright new perspective.

In reality, nothing changed – just perspective transformed by the crystal ornaments!
I wrote about perspective several weeks ago.  My granddaugher captured the truth about it in these words:
God sees all perspectives.
And he is with us in ours.
Read about it HERE

Sometimes the perspective is disorienting like these images, yet in the disorientation, there is beauty.
I pray  you catch a glimpse of this beauty in the upsidedown-ness/backward-ness of  your life.

I enjoy hearing from you in the comments below.

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October 26, 2017

Family Matters (“Matters” is a verb.”) Part 1

This week I am doing something a bit different here on the blog – the first of a three-part series of what I shared with my grown sons and their families about how I was re-reminded a few years ago that Family Matters.

I am grateful for my sons and their families who love each other and us. It’s not that we all agree on everything, or we are our own little echo chamber. Not at all. We love and respect each other.

Please note:  “Grandpa” in this story is my dad, their grandfather.

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Family Matters

My Aunt Lois is our favorite and calls all of us cousins her “favorites.” She is Grandpa’s only surviving sibling, four years younger.  The two of them were inseparable coming ten years after the four older siblings. He dearly loved his nieces and nephews who dearly loved him in return. At the time of his death, there were also a few in-laws still living.

In 1952 he became the first missionary supported by his home church, Congregational Bible Church (Marietta, PA). From then on he rarely saw his Pennsylvania family and relatives more than once a year.

So it helps explain why your Great Aunt Lois, emailed me: “Dear Carol, “Would you consider having a Memorial service back here in Pennsylvania? So many people know your Dad. Even if they are not personally acquainted with him, they have heard of him from a parent or relative, I feel sure. Also, it would be a good time for our family and your mom’s family. Just an idea, my dear.   Aunt Lois”

How could I not consider her request? It wasn’t going to work for her to come to the memorial service here in Illinois.  Other relatives tried to make it work, but none of them were able to come either for Grandpa’s memorial service.

But, the more we thought about it, the more we knew this was a good idea. We needed to do this for them.

So there we were late June 2014, a month after Grandpa died, driving across Interstate 80 through the Allegheny Mountains the day before to a memorial service in PA. I sent this text to a few friends: “I am aware I am not emotionally connecting with this (memorial) event and I want to be in a place to genuinely receive love from my family members who will be there. Please pray for me.”

They did.

And I did.

Little did I  know how much I needed to do it for me.

We moved south to Dixie, Alabama from Pennsylvania,  in March of 1952, leaving our families behind when I was four years old. Here we are, probably all dressed up for church on a Sunday morning, a couple miles down the road, in front of our  four room house along the edge of the forest with spacious front and back porches.  (I wonder if the porches were as spacious I remember them.  The house has since fallen over and has been over-taken by the woods, I have been told.) Oh, and no indoor plumbing.  Queenie, our dog, was part of the family too. I can’t remember where we got her, but she moved to Illinois with us, 6 years later.

Yes, there is such a place as Dixie, Alabama. You may not find it on the map, but it’s there, 20.9 miles west of the square in Andalusia on Route 29/15, just 25 miles north of the Florida state line. The little church where he preached was open and having services when we visited this past April.

Your Grandpa and Grandma made sure we made that long trip from South Alabama to PA – often “driving straight through” to save money. Later they drove “back home” to Pennsylvania from Illinois and even from Montana, to see family at once a year.

And because of their commitment, I learned: Family matters. . . continued HERE

 

 

 

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October 21, 2017

Remember & Celebrate on Sunday – Seasons and Geese

The Changing of Seasons; of Geese, Flying South.

It happens each year about now. They take a respite on Lake Opeka on their way south. It’s not that I love geese so much. In fact, I’d much rather they stay up in the air, flying wherever they fly, instead of hanging around “my” lake and messing up the place!

This morning at Lake Opeka (October 21, 2017)

Yet they always come, stirring my memory of past fall seasons: times of trial, heartache, and challenge. And in the midst of the memories, I remember God’s presence made real through people who came along side me.

As surely as seasons change, so do life’s challenges. In it all God is ever-present. Whether flying north or south, the geese are my constant reminder of God’s faithfulness..

I don’t want to forget. So I took a photo today – to help me REMEMBER and then CELEBRATE the moment when others join here in remembering God present with us.

While the earth remains,
seed time and harvest,
and cold and heat,
and summer and winter,
and day and night
shall not cease.

Genesis 8:22

 

 

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October 20, 2017

Joy and Sadness – “Inside Out” Movie Got Right

Sunset at Lake Opeka, Des Plaines, IL

It’s sunset time here at the Lake. Your Creation, Lord, does its work. (I talked about that HERE last weekend.) The chatter in my head fades away. And in the silence, my friend, Sadness, cautiously peeks out to see if it’s safe.

I’ve been ignoring her - much of today spent in what I now recognize as aimless activity, all the while hoping I’ll get something “useful” done. It didn’t really work. It never does. As I sit with Sadness, I am aware of November 8th approaching, the 12th anniversary of my brother’s death. 

death, accompanied by 
So. Many. Losses.
  
shaking of my faith
times when I wondered
what was true 
what wasn’t true

questions about prayer
and why I should even bother

feeling weak because I can’t be
strong like my mom and dad
fear of being too much
with too much grief
for much too long.
 
loneliness while surrounded by love of family 
yet they cannot replace the ones I’ve
lost.

emergence of long-denied 
grief over previous losses
exhaustion that comes with mourning

healing
scabs form
pull loose
healing
until it’s mostly scabs,
until Fall comes
leading to November

some days - feeling I’ll grieve like this 
forever - all the while knowing 
it won’t feel 
this way 
every day
all day
and it never does 
anymore

Sadness, now a friend
comes more often in the Fall
when I’m quiet
in a place as this 
right now in the quiet 
setting of the sun
 
tears come unhindered
for I have learned 
to shut them off is denying 
what is true
better to let them come

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Folding up my lawn chair
I gaze again at the setting sun
and return to my life
a life which brings me much joy.
 
The movie “Inside Out” had it right.  
Joy and Sorrow can co-exist. 
It’s best to embrace them both.

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October 14, 2017

Remember/Celebrate – What’s All the Shouting About?

I’m taking time to notice these days. As I notice, I find ways to remember and celebrate by sharing here with you on Sundays.

The Heavens are singing about how great God is and the skies are shouting it out, “See what God has made!” Day after day… Night after night they are speaking to us. Ps.19:1-2 

For years we have been coming here to The Dells, driving through town, out into the country where we “get away.” We’ve seen the advertisements about the boat tour. Galen was here with his college geology class years ago. This area, noted for it’s sheer beauty and the unique geological formations went mostly unseen by us until this week. We took the tour.

Mostly I remember
a sense of contentment
breath deepening, slowing down
muscles softening and lengthening
Joy, and  . . . peace.

Is it any wonder?
being in a place that shouts of God’s creation
fashioned for his pleasure and for ours.

I was reading today about “Nature Deficit.” A quick research of the subject led to research showing there are beneficial changes in our brains when we spend time in nature.  It makes sense.

It’s more than the what I see.
It’s the shouting I hear.

A lovely paraphrase of Psalm 19:1-2 says it this way in “The Jesus Bible Storybook”:

The Heavens are singing
about how great God is;
and the skies are shouting it out,
“See what God has made!”
Day after day… Night after night…
They are speaking to us.
Psalm 19:1-2

I pray you will notice the “shouting” today and on into the days to come.

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October 12, 2017

Emotions – You Can trust them – A Book Review/Recommendation

Emotions – Can you trust them?  “Yes,” says Marc Alan Schelske in his newly released book, The Wisdom of Your HeartDiscovering the God-Given Purpose and Power of Your Emotions.

Emotions he says, are given to us by the God who, himself, loves and has emotions. “They (emotions) are almost always telling us something true and important about our inner landscapes or outer circumstances.” We ignore them at our peril.

Marc, a pastor in a south east suburb of Portland, OR was living disconnected from his emotions. I was not so much disconnected from my emotions as much as overwhelmed by them, feeling guilt at their intensity, often believing I was “too much.”

Neither Marc, nor I were relating in healthy ways to our emotions. Both of us needed the same thing – to understand  our emotions are the “wisdom of our hearts and to discover the God-given purpose and power of them.”

As did Marc, I learned God is in the pain with me. After two siblings died within 9 months of each other when I was 11 years old, I lived with the fear of losing someone I loved and at the same time buried the sadness of the ones I had lost. Twelve years ago, this November 8th, I lost my one remaining sibling. Grief for all the losses overwhelmed me.

With a wise, godly counselor, I have learned I do not have to be afraid nor be ashamed of my emotions, for example, my fear. For fear and faith can co-exist as my fear drives me to my faith. The same is true of  deep sadness. God meets me there

I have found it true what Marc says so clearly:  “Emotions are meant to bring to mind crucial information about our hearts and circumstances. Carefully handled, they are messengers of truth. Giving proper and appropriate attention to our emotions is one of the ways we learn and grow. It’s also one of the places the Holy Spirit works most deeply in our lives.

This book affirms significant truths I have learned about emotions in my own counseling over these past years:

Emotions matter.
Emotions are one of God’s good gifts to us.
Emotions inform us.
Emotions are not bad. Yes, while they can be skewed by trauma and life experiences, they are not bad in and of themselves.

I appreciate and respect Marc’s openness about his need for a counselor to help him learn new ways of being.  I have found helpful the practical steps he suggests when responding to strong, especially hard emotions that threaten to undo me.

The chapter, “The Inner Workings” covers the neuroscience of how our brain works, recent research that gives insight to this God-designed gift. We are fearfully and wonderfully made.

At last – a book about emotions I can give to anyone – without caveats. It covers much of what I have learned in my own counseling and personal/spiritual growth over the past years and here it is, all in one place.

I underlined and when I didn’t have a pencil handy I turned back the corners – I know, I know.  I just couldn’t help myself.

I recommend this book without reservations whether you are feeling disconnected from your emotions like Marc, overwhelmed by them like me, or you just aren’t sure and would like to make some changes. It could be the start to unlocking a God-given gift you didn’t know you already have.

Thank you Marc for all the personal work you did and the work of writing about your journey in a coherent, practical, vulnerable way.

Click HERE to find Marc’s book on Amazon

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October 8, 2017

Remember & Celebrate on the Weekend #3 – Noticing

A few thoughts and an image on the weekend –


(“Noticing” at Lake Opeka)

Jesus, Do you have something here for me today?  As I sit down here beside the lake I realize something. I used to come and simply be quiet for a while when I arrived. 

Now I find myself sitting down, picking up in my phone and cruising through All.The.Stuff.    I think I’ve been missing something. In truth, I’m sure of it. 

I put my phone away  and notice
the leaves riding the wavelets, 
heading out into the lake except
they are not heading anywhere.
rather, pushed right on past me as
I watch wondering  how often 
I fool myself into thinking I am
moving ahead
when in fact I am 
drifting
because I am 
too distracted
to notice

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October 3, 2017

Perspective – Mine, God’s and Emotions

The other day at Lake Opeka, when I asked my 9 year old granddaughter if she understood what the word “perspective” meant, she quickly replied, “It’s how we see things.” I am not sure I even knew the word at her age, much less what it meant.

I explained how if we only sit on the east side of this lake, we will be certain it is shaped in a rectangle. And if we sit only at the south end, we will be sure it is round, like a large farm pond. And this would be based solely on our “perspective.”

Flying Northeast out of O’Hare Airport over Lake Opeka, looking to the south.

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This Lake is the quiet corner of my life
a sacred space where
occasionally (ok, almost never) I see the morning sun
and most often the later afternoon
or setting sun

She is viewed most often from the east side
from “my” Weeping Willow Tree
sitting on “my” very own rock.
Occasionally the view changes
as I retreat to the south end
in search of shade or a place to park.

It was one of those times
on the south end
I noticed the mystery of
of perspective.

This lake is
rectangular  —
or round —
depending on my
perspective.

And on that day two years ago
gazing at my “round” rectangular lake
my thoughts drifted to
God’s perspective –
fuller/wider/more complete than mine
because he sees all perspectives
at once.

While not a new thought to me
it left me strangely unmoved.
I noted my resistance
giving myself time to simply pay attention
(I have learned these feelings tell me
something needs attention)

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I continued to note this resistance over the next couple of years as I moved from my Willow Tree on the east side of the lake, to the one of the Willow Trees at the south end. This week down at the south end looking at this “round” rectangular lake, I mulled over in my mind this curious resistance to the thought of God’s perspective.  Why didn’t this truth comfort me?

And I opened my journal and penned these words as I began to process what I was coming to understand:

“He sees and knows far more than
me who only sees what her eyes see here and now
who knows only what she has experienced.”

As I continued to journal, I thought about how, growing up, I was taught to “Trust God’s perspective.” — the admonition to trust accompanied by the implication we would then “Be OK.” (At least that is what I “heard.”  And in those last two words, the message to me was: “Fear, sadness, anxiety are evidence of a lack of trust of God’s perspective.” And I understood, contained right there in those two words (“Be OK.”) was the source of my resistance.

Marc Alan Schelske points out in his recently released book,   (The Wisdom of Your Heart ) emotions are given to us by the God who, himself, loves and has emotions. “They (emotions) are almost always telling us something true and important about our inner landscapes or outer circumstances.”  We need to pay attention.

With help, over these past years, I have learned I do not have to be afraid nor be ashamed of, for example, my fear, for fear and faith can co-exist as my fear drives me to my faith.

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Today I took two grandchildren (including the 9 year old mentioned above) with me to the lake, showing them from the east side how the lake is shaped like a rectangle and when we walk around to the south end, it will look round. As we made our way to the end of the lake along the east side, stopping along the way as children will do, they kept watch on the lake, Young Miss exclaiming as we walked south, “I can’t believe this.”

As we stood at the end of the “round lake” that we knew was in actuality a rectangular lake, we discussed perspective and what I have learned about it – ours and God’s. She seemed to get it.

At lunch Young Miss, 9 years old, told her Grandpa the heart of what she had learned at the lake. After explaining the wonder of perspective and how the lake looks different depending on where we are, she put it all together in these twelve words:

“God sees the whole perspective.
And he is with us in ours.”

We then reviewed together the truth that sometimes what we experience from our perspective hurts. And we get to feel the feelings we feel.

She got that too.

And so am I.

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You may notice I used present tense in that last sentence.  It’s  still harder on some days than others to believe my perspective is not all there is — even on the hardness of those days, I am learning (present tense) Jesus is with me in the hard and I can receive encouragement and comfort from others on the days when it is hard to believe what I see is not all there is.  For that I am grateful.

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