When love didn’t give up…

I love to read!

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Reading has always brought me great comfort.

But rarely do I take the time to do so for pleasure anymore.

(Heavy sigh….)

So rare are these occassions that I’ve actually made ‘read more for pleasure‘ an item on my Bucket List!

Really?

Yes, really. (#7)

(Pathetic sigh…)

I’ve not (ever) abandoned the love I have for reading nor the time I take to do so; however, the content (most times) falls into the following categories: faith, religious teachings, self-help, & cooking.  Ultimately, these are categories which offer something to be learned, which I suppose helps me to rationalize the time still spent with my nose buried between the pages.

I’m not complaining about the categories because truthfully, I do enjoy the content immensely!

But, gone are the days when I’d climb a tree or curl up in a favorite chair to enthusiastically re-read a summer favorite…just because I found comfort in every page turned!  Instead I find I must rationalize my time spent reading with the prospect of learning in mind, habitually tossing-aside the comfort ‘reading for pleasure’ provides.

(Affectionate sigh…)

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My childhood favorite and dog-eared copy of, Island of the Blue Dolphin.

But every once in awhile a book comes along which tugs at my heart so much it is enough to pull me away from being taught something (or so I think…) and reinvigorates my passion to ‘read more for pleasure!’

(Oh, Happy-Day! sigh, at last.)

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I discovered this book several years ago via a video-clip.

I was initially drawn to read Ian & Larissa’s story as a result of our mutual life-experiences. My father also suffered a debilitating brain-injury when he was struck by an automobile while crossing the street in the early 1980’s.  Sadly, he passed away not long-after from complications due to an infection.  However, it was much more (than this) which compelled me to choose their book as a catalyst to work on my bucket list!  

Ian & Larissa Murphy co-authored Eight Twenty Eight: When love didn’t give up  and tenderly share with us their story of love.  I quickly discovered, that it’s not just their love story they were telling.  (As even the back book-jacket so eloquantly pointed out.)

Really, it’s all of ours as well!

Ian & Larissa seek to serve God together, all while dealing with the implications of life in a world marked by suffering.   And in a world that so easily gives up on love when it becomes difficult to love, their love-story definitely brought great peace to this battle-worn heart!

Reading about their triumph helps one to gain a picture of a love that will challenge all you think you know about what is true and what persists.  Quickly, within mere pages of their book I surrended & acknowledged that although I desired to read the book with the intention of ‘pleasurable reading’ in mind; I was about to be ‘taught’ (& remind of)  very valuable lessons, as a result of the obvious deep-commitment which they share.

With courage we write this, in hopes that we all move forward together in loving God more than loving comfort.”

Ian & Larissa Murphy, Dedication page.

There is so much wisdom & joy contained on the pages of this book!  It indeed takes courage to move forward.  It takes courage to love God.  But it is in this courageous act of loving Him most, that we find the comfort which sustains us through all things.

(Joyous sigh...)

Recently, I purchased a painting done by Ian through his personal Etsy site.  Ian paints to help fund the physical therapy he must receive daily.  It was a difficult choice; however, I chose this particular painting not only for the the incredible subject matter, but mainly because I was comforted & wooed by its title: misunderstood cat.  

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misunderstood cat, painted by Ian Murphy.

It also reminded me of an endearing compliment my brother-in-law paid me this past Christmas while playing a Christmas game, when his one-word-description of me was: misunderstood. 

Which was a far better word-description than the one he chose for my sister, his wife, which was: “O.C.D.”  

(Giggles.)  

But more importantly, Ian’s cat reminded me of how often I misunderstood what it is my heart truly desires.

I entered into reading Ian & Larissa’s story with the comfort of knowing that I would be ‘reading for pleasure, at long last!

And yet, I discovered by the end, I misunderstood ALL the comfort I AM offered…even as God continues to ‘teach‘ me in multifaceted ways!

(Pleasurable or not…)

I am so very grateful my God understands me!

hugs n’ blessings to all those purrrfectly ‘misunderstood!’ 

(Meow sigh.)

He’s still accomplishing, still gaining, and God is still working in him.  We can’t accept the “nots,” the assumption that Ian is unable to do things.  Because nothing is ever accomplished by not trying.”

Larissa Murphy, Eight Twenty Eight: When love didn’t give up.

 

 

read-o-rama(s)!

(This link was previous broken…sorry for the inconvenience to those who visited earlier.  Extra hugs n’ blessings to you for returning!)

it’s a 3hugs&blessings thursday kind of day-lee-o!

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“You inspire me!!”

…and since I’ve been so grateful for all of those who take the time to stop in, stroll around my site, and hopefully leave with a smile (or two or more…) I want to give some well-deserved attention to 3 bloggers who do the same for me! (thank you, thank you, thank you!!)

I always leave their site with a refreshed spirit and a mile-wide smile on my face and in my heart!

I hope you feel just as blessed as I after scroll-strolling through their site and want to follow them along, (as I do!)

I love everything Vincent Egoro at Live Your Greatest Life has written!  A very few of my recent favorites are:  Don’t Forget to Forget! And God Has Chosen You! And Enough of Just Hoping!  But truthfully-truly there is not a thing he has written which has not left me inspired by it’s completion.  I almost wish there was never a period to be found in his writings.  He offers me a run-on-sentence for living…(in accordance to the holy word of God.)  I teased him once with a comment I left for him following another well-written post….that it was written from God’s lips to Vincent’s pen…as it was exactly what the Holy Spirit desired for me to hear.

Doodlemum is no ho-hum of a blog to follow!   A rendering of sketches she uses to display her life in lovely scribbly-doo’s which are not so shy of gallery quality!  So often I am fondly reminded of similar displays in our own home of “life-lived-out abundantly” activities!!  A few of my favs:  Looking Back!  To Bedtime and Beyond!  Wear something casual..

And lastly…but not in the least place (ever,)  my dear blogging friend Faye who has TWO sites she wonderfully manages  Sacred Musings and Passionate Creative Christian.  Faye and her sage wisdom always inspires me and often helps bring a calming salve to my sometimes weary-soul, exactly when it seems to be in need of some brightening up!  I know you will be just as inspired with all that she does ‘down under’ to spread His love!

Please and thank-you for scroll-strolling to at least one of these sites!

And I hope you will continue to stop back as I am certain to recommend more!

3hugs n’ blessings to all the inspiration we receive, which encourages our love to grow!

Carry Me.

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“Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.” Megan Devine

Loss can be difficult.

Loss can be tragic.

Loss can be life-giving.

And no matter the emotion which binds itself to our loss

ultimately,

loss comes with grief.

“When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled; and he said, “Where have you laid him?”  They said to him, “Lord, come and see.”  Jesus wept.  So the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”  John 11: 33-36

As blogger Tim Lawrence explains, while grief is a powerfully personal experience it is important to surround ourselves with those who know how to grieve with us.  Especially, in those areas of loss where we have no control over it.

“Personal responsibility implies that there’s something to take responsibility for. You don’t take responsibility for being raped or losing your child or having a terminal illness. You take responsibility for how you choose to live in the wake of the horrors that confront you, but you don’t choose whether you grieve. We’re not that smart or powerful. When hell visits us, we don’t get to escape grieving.  The irony is that the only thing that even can be “responsible” amidst loss is grieving.”

“If anyone avoids you amidst loss, or pretends like it didn’t happen, or disappears from your life, you can let them go.  If anyone tells you that all is not lost, that it happened for a reason, that you’ll become better as a result of your grief, you can let them go.”

I have witnessed and walked-through grief many times through my volunteer work with hospice.

From the young-at-heart to the youngest of age, grief takes root.

The blessings I have received as a result of tending to the needs of those journeying through the final stages of this life on earth and the needs of their loved ones has taught me much.  I have spent months with some and only hours with others, yet consistently the gratitude expressed comes quite simply from “just being here with us.”

“The ones who helped—the only ones who helped—were those who were there. And said nothing.

In that nothingness, they did everything.

I am here—I have lived—because they chose to love me. They loved me in their silence, in their willingness to suffer with me, alongside me, and through me. They loved me in their desire to be as uncomfortable, as destroyed, as I was, if only for a week, an hour, even just a few minutes.

Most people have no idea how utterly powerful this is.

Are there ways to find “healing” amidst devastation? Yes. Can one be “transformed” by the hell life thrusts upon them? Absolutely. But it does not happen if one is not permitted to grieve. Because grief itself is not an obstacle.

The obstacles come later. The choices as to how to live; how to carry what we have lost; how to weave a new mosaic for ourselves? Those come in the wake of grief. It cannot be any other way.” Tim Lawrence

What do we offer to those who are grieving?

Tim pulls from his own personal experience with grief and explains so beautifully what I myself have found to be true.

“When a person is devastated by grief, the last thing they need is advice. Their world has been shattered. This means that the act of inviting someone—anyone—into their world is an act of great risk. To try and fix or rationalize or wash away their pain only deepens their terror.

Instead, the most powerful thing you can do is acknowledge. Literally say the words:

I acknowledge your pain. I am here with you.

Note that I said with you, not for you.  For implies that you’re going to do something. That is not for you to enact. But to stand with your loved one, to suffer with them, to listen to them, to do everything but something is incredibly powerful.

There is no greater act than acknowledgment. And acknowledgment requires no training, no special skills, no expertise. It only requires the willingness to be present with a wounded soul, and to stay present, as long as is necessary.

Be there. Only be there. Do not leave when you feel uncomfortable or when you feel like you’re not doing anything. In fact, it is when you feel uncomfortable and like you’re not doing anything that you must stay.

Because it is in those places—in the shadows of horror we rarely allow ourselves to enter—where the beginnings of healing are found. This healing is found when we have others who are willing to enter that space alongside us. Every grieving person on earth needs these people.”

And so I ask you quite humbly, to be one of these people.

You are needed more than you know.

And if you find yourself in need  of one of these people,

find them.

I guarantee they are there.

Just waiting

to

simply,

quietly,

authentically,

be there

for you.

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hugs n’ blessings to all those seeking to be found & to those waiting there for you.

“The pain that you have been feeling can not compare to the joy that is coming.”  

Romans 8:18