status quo or no?

Has this pandemic shook up your life or are you still flying high above the clouds?

Do you ever feel that God’s trying to get your attention, or are you shutting your mind down to that possibility, the way you may have done in the past?

Do you want to maintain the status quo of your spiritual life or no?

Below, is a short essay I wrote almost four years ago.

So many things have happened since then. Terribly painful things, like a failed adoption of a beautiful young girl from Poland who was to be our daughter and sister, and then wasn’t. Incredibly joyful things, like two amazing young women becoming fiancees to our sons, and then, soon after, becoming their wives. Happy, but unsettling things that took getting used to, like selling our home filled with cherished memories and moving to a lakefront dwelling to make new ones. And things that are still taking us by surprise, like our youngest, who just yesterday was running around in a little pink leotard, now driving, and talking about colleges she wants to visit.

One thing that will never change is the fact that life will always change.

The desire of my heart has intensified more and more since penning the previous post beneath (entitled The Dash That Is Our Life), especially now, during this time of uncertainty.

I pray that as you read my story, God speaks to you about yours.

|| Yesterday, I visited the cemetery where my dad was laid to rest in 1985.  I hadn’t planned to stop there, but construction and a wrong turn after dropping my mom at the airport led me on an adventure through the city of Chicago, and then to the highway that passed his exit.

I settled in the shade in the summer heat and was surprised that tears can still appear.  I hate that my kids were cheated out of knowing such a caring, hard-working and fun-loving man, although as hard as I try, I can never quite picture him as a grandfather. He’ll always be forty-two.

I remember the summer after he died, I was eighteen and my boyfriend and I had broken up. I was beyond distraught. It was early evening and I drove my old, red and gray Ford Escort the long trek down to the cemetery and laid on the grass above him. The sobs started from somewhere deep inside and worked their way out. A landscaper walking across the way, bless his heart, turned his head and kept on by.

I thought about that night as I sat near the same place, about how rich and full my life is today and that, unbelievably, I have children older than that devastated, grieving girl I once was. That short breakup turned into our decades long, beautiful marriage, a life that’s sprinkled with parenting three kids that stretch and fill us with such joy, it literally hurts. I pray somehow my dad’s been able to see it all and that he’s bursting with pride the way he was when he was alive.

While there yesterday, I observed not only my dad’s and grandparent’s grave sites, but many others.  I was surrounded by stories of love and loss.

One set of headstones caught my eye.  It was a married couple in the center with a daughter on each side of them, one girl was just seven years old when she passed,  and the other, a few years later, died at ten years of age.  Quick math showed me the parents went on to live many more years without them.

Another couple was buried side by side, having passed away a couple years apart from each other in their late sixties. Next to them was a son they had lost when he was just nineteen years old, while they were in their forties.

That’s when I decided it was time for me to hit the road.

Too much heartache to consider.  But driving home I thought about something we’ve all heard before, that when it’s all said and done, our time here will be represented, simply, by that dash between our birth date and our date of death, that dash that is our life.

I want nothing more than my dash to represent something special, something outstanding, something memorable, and really, who doesn’t?

I’m afraid more often than not though, our desire to feel remarkable and exceptional leads us down pathways that do the opposite. As we try to elevate us, we edge ourselves away from the one who created us.

Truly elevating our lives means elevating God in our lives.  He’s the reason we have our lives.  Our sole purpose is to glorify and honor Him.

That’s not what the world will lead us to believe though.  The world tells us we need more selfies. It tells us we need more cute and funny videos and more witty posts that will make us look clever. It tells us to idolize things like cars and homes, movies and musicians, athletes and politicians, health and wealth and beauty.

I guess it’s getting closer to that dreaded F word (fifty) that has put more of an urgency on my days, and given me a sober and earnest viewpoint. I’m diligently trying to gain a heart of wisdom and discover where God wants me to focus, and how He wants me to pour out my attention and energy each and every day.

I want to stand before him someday knowing He’s bursting with pride with the knowledge that my heart’s desire was to please Him.

So much I don’t know, but this I do: my dash will end with a date behind it, and I pray that before that date comes I will fulfill the purpose that God intends for my life. ||

** What better time than today, as we’re sheltering-at-home, to ask God to break down our walls and open our arms and our hearts, so we can ponder, pray and seek to know that purpose.

Proverbs 20:5 The purpose in a man’s heart is like deep water, but a man of understanding will draw it out.

Proverbs 19:21 Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.

Psalm 90:12   Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.

“You will fulfill your purpose for me. You won’t forsake me – you will be with me.”

| Photo credit at top – Marina Prather |

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  1. Dearest Debbie,

    You have a gift…and whenever I read your words, I feel as if you have shared a gift with me. Thank you…you are much loved and appreciated.

    On Fri, Apr 24, 2020 at 9:07 AM Debbie Prather | 742iloveyou wrote:

    > prather742 posted: ” Has this pandemic shook up your life or are you still > flying high above the clouds (at least metaphorically)? Do you ever feel > that God is trying to get your attention, or are you shutting your mind > down to that possibility, the way you may have do” >

    1. Dear Barbara, thank you so much, your words today are a gift to me, you are loved and appreciated too my friend 🥰 I always look forward to your hugs and prayers on Wednesday mornings and I can’t wait until we can get together once again!!

  2. This is beautiful, dearest Debbie! Joy and pain mixed. You write from a deep well. Grateful for your dash! 💜

  3. Debbie —– just a quick note Living well between the dash has always been my goal with the 3F’s in my lie MY Faith My Family and My Friends. No matter how much time is spent in the dash it all matters one day at a time. This season of my dash included losing my Dad not losing but returning him back to our Lord. Even though his dashed lasted 94 years it is still hard. Thanks for letting my wheels turn – blessings to you and the family 🙂 Coach G

    1. Hello Coach G, so very nice to hear from you! I’m sorry about losing your dad, yes it sure is hard no matter what age. Praise God that someday you’ll have all of eternity together! I love the idea of the 3F’s – you’re a great example to many and live your dash in a way to be modeled ❤️ God bless you and yours too, stay well!

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