An attempt to declare the Glory of God for what He has chosen to do with our lives. A legacy to leave to my children in the telling of it.

Friday, March 4, 2011

The Alien Planet


As Traci would say "Day 14 on the Alien Planet" (Cheaper by the Dozen sound familiar anybody?). That's about how it feels~ like we are walking around in a different zone than anybody else. We had to make a Walmart trip tonight because my contacts where (ahem) 6 months overdue and I couldn't put off any longer waiting to get a new pair. I was doing pretty good until we were waiting in line to check in and saw the doctors name. What are the odds that his name would be Trent, too? Then the poor (young) doctor made some comment about bringing all the kids with and next thing you know he has a crying lady on his hands. At home it's one thing to be able to wander around trying to figure out just how to keep putting one foot in front of the other, but going out in the real world again baffles me. I just watch people and think "don't you know my son just died? don't you know it could be your son, or you, next? does eternity not matter more than what's on sale at Walmart?" and then I have to make a choice between rootbeer or orange pop/bottles or cans to take on a trip to spread my sons ashes next week. Bizarre. And that's about all I have to say about that. I'm going to go finish off the cheese puffs and see if I can make it through one more Star Wars movie in the Great Star Wars Movie Fest in honor of Trent.

10 comments:

mike said...

I've been thinking about you a lot today. Yesterday (Thursday) I kept thinking "Trent was here on earth two weeks ago." I'm sure your days will be 'counting ones' for quite a while. Does that make any sense? He's been with God for two weeks, although he no longer is "in time". I wish I had been at Wal-Mart with you. I wish I could take a piece of your pain from you and bear it myself. I wish that all of your family and friends could magically do that for you and Rob. I wish, I wish, I wish. Still praying...Laura

Brande Services said...

Go for orange and root beer, cans and bottles.

Traci

OurCrazyFarm said...

Well at least I didn't have to choose which brande of toilet paper to buy Traci~ I'd still be there wandering the rows.......

Thank you Laura~ I can't express how much it means to know you are all praying for us. What sweet, sweet words, and yes it makes total sense to me~ Terri

~Tonia said...

You and your family have been on my mind and heart. I am amazed at the grace He has given to you to bear this..
Continueing to pray for you all.

Brenda said...

The crazy eyes pictures are great. They make you smile.

I hope and pray that you come out of the unreal fog and are able to function clearly real soon. My heart goes out to you.

Rebecca of Sunny Morning Farm said...

I wish I was there to help you make decisions on which soft drink or any other decisions that you are facing. I wouldn't (never do) know what to say but I've been told I was a good listener! I also have a big fat shoulder to cry on!

If this makes any sense.......I do feel better knowing that you are grieving in all the right ways. Love ya girl!

Renee said...

It's funny what you titled your post today. A friend and I talked last night for a long time about how we are aliens on this planet and somedays things just dont feel right to us. You hear people say things or see people do things (it happens to be other Christians quite often) and it no longer makes sense to us who are looking "up". Wal-mart is a hard place to go to anyday:))

Teresa said...

I think this is what they mean by, when it gets tough. Everyone else's life goes on and you are still reeling from the pain. Trying to figure out how to do the everyday stuff with your son being gone. Keep looking up my friend. Still praying!!!

Cathy said...

Last week we were talking about the fact that you should not feel guilty for the joy and rejoicing in your heart. This week I say to you, don't feel any guilt for the sadness either. Every emotion within you was given from our Father in Heaven, and serves a purpose.

As we read yesterday:
God’s grace is not blessing, earthly reassure, our security or even the security of our children. God’s grace is not that all is “well” and right in my eyes. God’s grace is not when He saves us but *that* He saved us.

Continuing to pray, and sending cyber-hugs until we're able to deliver more of the real thing =)

Rebecca of Sunny Morning Farm said...

Cathy's first paragraph sums it up at this point! God Bless you all, you, Rob, Alexis, Cole, Micah and Little Grace.