Lists & Lists

Today is one of those days, which is really every third day or so, where it dawns on me the massive amount of things that are on my plate and need to be done currently and pretty immediately. Usually it starts setting in when things aren’t going so well, like this morning when I had to leave a sobbing Ozzie behind in his preschool class that he didn’t want to go to today. He just wanted to go home. I had spent about 10 minutes or so unsuccessfully trying to console him and peel him away, and was also aware that having left my completely capable 9 year old in the car parked outside the school is actually kind of illegal in Illinois, and so my stress level is increasing with each minute that goes by hoping that no one will catch a glimpse of her in the car and call 911 or take some other ridiculous measure. So I had to just walk out on him and trust that his (incredibly wonderful) teacher would be able to console him. 

And then my brain starts dumping all the things…  I need to clear up the IRS issues and scan and send documents and talk to a lawyer, the medical bills need to be sorted and organized and tallied so I can make the last payments and close accounts, I need to check to see if our health share network will cover the electrophysiology study I need done on my heart to see if I need heart surgery in the next few months, I need to order school pictures tonight because Oz has picture day tomorrow, Blinn’s room organization needs to be finished (my dining room is covered in jewelry, barbies, notes, craft supplies, books and other 4th grader treasures), laundry from two weeks ago that needs to be folded and put away, uniforms need to be washed before tomorrow, Greg’s business bank accounts need to be closed and utilities still need to be put into my name, about 300 thank you notes need to be ordered and sent off to the world’s most generous and wonderful people that have kept my life somehow functioning these last 9 months, so many babysitters to schedule, a tombstone that still needs to be ordered (which is a hard decision not only because it’s a hard decision but because Greg and I are so damn aesthetically picky), Social Security offices to call and update about employment, therapists to call and schedule, I really need to see the chiropractor/acupuncturist, work projects and emails and Advent music to prepare, upcoming trips to plan and pack for, a massive pile of mail to sort and tackle through, Christmas is coming, Thanksgiving is coming, Greg’s 38th birthday would have been on this Thursday, kids that need to be cuddled and listened to at the most inopportune times, homework that I haven’t been aware of or keeping track of, dishes laying in the sink and wondering how we can have so many dishes when we eat out 80% of the time, tupperware that needs to be returned to all the amazing cooks who have sent meals over the last few months, a will that needs to be updated, investments that need to be made, airline refund checks that never came from trips that weren’t taken 9 months ago, photos that need to be ordered and little boys that still need help with potty-training. This is a small sampling of my brain on most days. 

And it’s so easy to be resentful of the girl sitting at the coffeeshop on a Tuesday morning just reading a book. Who has time to read a book? My brain doesn’t even really process words on a page at the moment. (“Widow Fog” is a very real thing. Google it.) Or resentful of you when you said you just worked out or are super tired because you had a big test yesterday. It's hard to rejoice with those who rejoice right now on these days. And it’s not like I’m not trying to work in time to take a break or get out with friends. That’s like a lifeline for me many days. All the things I used to tell Greg about, ask Greg about, laugh with Greg about are now distributed amongst dozens of wonderful people. But that also takes time. You have to schedule coffee or babysitters (because you can’t really talk about these things within earshot of little kids’ ears) instead of just talking in bed in the dark at 12am before you drift off to sleep together. 

And I really don’t want this to sound like a pity party. I am hugely aware that I am not the only one suffering or struggling in this life. Most of the time I feel almost guilty for having such an amazing supportive group of family and friends and for all the ways God has provided. But I’m also aware that when I’m with you all, it’s easy for me to enjoy being with you all (extrovert problems!) and forget about the load I’m carrying. And then you ask how I’m doing and it’s the most confusing question in the world because I know it’s not great in general, but at that moment, with all of you around, I’m feeling pretty good. And I’m glad for the opportunity to hear about your life (which, by the way, I'm sad that I’ve missed out on over the past year). And so I try to be honest, but I can see the look in your eyes when I start to tell you of the load and then I see you become overwhelmed and then I remember that it’s pretty overwhelming and then I don’t know whether to leave you with it or then try to assure you (the one with the overwhelmed look on your face) that it’s going to be ok. 

And then there are good days when things are going ok or even really well, and those are sometimes the hardest because it hits you out of nowhere that someone is missing and things shouldn’t be ok without that person there.

Today, after leaving Ozzie at school, I was reminded of the verse that Greg and I clung to those last few days at the hospital. 

Isaiah 42:16
I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth. 
These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them. 

I wrote a song for our church last year that really was just a cry from myself to my beautiful church family. If I'm being honest, I still need massive loads of help with dishes and legal issues and babysitting (so much babysitting) and laundry and medical bills and a bazillion other things that I would delegate or enlist help for if I knew how to instruct you on how to complete them. But more than that I really really you to remind me of God’s promises and presence on days like this. 

(This is the first rough draft recording I made and emailed to Greg the day I wrote it. There's little kids playing and eating lunch in the background and it sounds a lot more refined now after playing it for a year, but it’s essentially the same. Add “record music at a studio instead of an iPhone” to the list of things to do up top.)

https://soundcloud.com/samanthaconnour-1/family-of-god

Family of God

I am the weak and the wounded, the broken and torn-down
You say that You are the Healer, the Comforter, here now
I am the lame and the leper, the unwanted, cast-out
But You tell me Your arms are open, have always been open

And I hear voices, singing out your praises
As I join that chorus, Your words ring true, Your words ring true

Family of God, remind me again, the life that He lived, the God that He is
The words that He said, the child that I am

I am the thief and the beggar, the unfaithful lover
You say that all is forgotten, that You are enough now

And I hear voices, singing out your praises
As I join that chorus, Your words ring true, Your words ring true

Family of God, remind me again, the life that He lived, the God that He is
The words that He said, the child that I am