Reset

It wasn’t a surprise
     when my job was eliminated.
I had been preparing for it,
     as much as I could.
I had already been applying to other jobs
     for a       l    o         n               g       time,
          pleading with God
                     to get me out of there
                          and provide something else.

When talking to people during that time,
     I described it as rough.
That was true,
     but it was so
                    much
                    harder
          than just rough.

It’s been a hard year
It almost took me down
– TobyMac, “Faithfully”1

I believe I was there
     for a reason.
I could look back
     and clearly see
          how God orchestrated everything,
                        moving all the pieces around and
                        placing me there –
                                   for a time.

But when management changed,
     the vision changed.
The company’s values
     no longer aligned with mine
               and I could not remain there.

I applied to job
                 after
                 job
          and received
                 rejection
                 after
                 rejection.

God, why am I here?
What am I doing?
Are you doing something
     I don’t see?
Are you doing anything?

When I cried out to you, Jesus,
You made a way for me
– TobyMac, “Faithfully”

In the next round of layoffs,
     half of my team was let go,
               including me.

I didn’t know
          how He would provide financially,
               but I believed He would, somehow,
     and I praised Him because
          He had heard
                    my desperate prayers.

I will be glad and rejoice in your love,
for you saw my affliction
and knew the anguish of my soul.
– Psalm 31:7 (NIV)

I started organizing our house,
            cleaning and
            tidying up.

I reached for the plant
     in the garden window in our kitchen –
               or what used to be a plant, anyway.
I was going to remove the roots,
                      clean out the planter
             and maybe plant something else,
     even though I’d never been
          very good with plants.
I hadn’t watered this one in weeks
               because I thought it was dead.

But outside of my original view,
               there was new life,
                             new growth.

It was not fully green
     because it needed water,
          yet it was trying to grow
               despite not being taken care of properly.
I cleared out the mess
          of all the dry leaves,
     watered it,
          and put it back in the window.

It was time for my own reset –
          time to start over.

I was no longer stuck
                      stagnant
                      shackled.

He set me free.

Out of my distress I called on the Lord;
the Lord answered me and set me free.
– Psalm 118:5 (ESV)

I didn’t know
     what was next.
I didn’t know
     what He was doing.

But I have seen Him working.
I’ve seen glimpses
     of Him,
          like when we got our power bill
               that said no payment was due
                    because there was a climate credit
                              at the exact time
                                   our financial situation changed.

I couldn’t have planned that.
But He did.

The not-actually-dead plant
     was growing,
          and there were fresh curled-up leaves
                    ready to make their way toward life.

Then I was approached
     about a job opportunity –
               one that would not have been on my radar
                    or appeared in any of the searches
                              I was doing.

God is moving
          and none of it has been expected.

My life doesn’t look like
     what I thought it would.
I don’t know
     how anything will play out.

Trusting God is hard
     because I don’t see
             what He sees
                       or know
             what He knows.
But He’s bigger
     than all my circumstances
                         and
            all my questions
     and I’m waiting in anticipation
                    for what He does next.

Many, LORD my God,
are the wonders you have done,
the things you planned for us.
None can compare with you;
were I to speak and tell of your deeds,
they would be too many to declare.
– Psalm 40:5 (NIV)

1 Kyle Williams, Toby McKeehan, “Faithfully,” Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 2022.

Next

I wish I knew
     what God wanted
     how I could serve Him
     how I could best serve Him
          but I don’t hear God loudly
                                       boldly
                                       assuredly
               through build-a-big-boat-in-the-desert
                       or go-directly-to-Nineveh moments.

I follow breadcrumbs
            small indications
     not even signs, really,
            or clear whispers.
Sometimes it’s purely
     open doors vs. closed doors
          hoping they are open
                              or closed
                         because He’s leading.

But it’s also leaning in
          to abiding
               in Him
     when there’s no movement
                        or change
     reading the next chapter
             or the next verse
     praising Him
          in the confusion
     seeking wise counsel
     and continuing to pray
          asking Him for guidance
                    again
                    and still.

And sometimes
     there’s a subtle shift
               a nudge
          during my questioning
                   and reaching for Him
                        that points
                             just enough
                                  in one direction
                                       to the next
                                                right
                                                step.

So I’ll take
     that next right step
          and start over again
               from there
          even when I don’t understand it
          even when it may not necessarily be
                      what I want
                and while future steps
                               future direction
                               future decisions
                                        remain unknown.

Reese

2005
2005

At the shelter, we saw this scared little kitten with sage-green eyes and what looked like a drop of peroxide in the brown fur on her head – a head that was too small for the rest of her little body.

2005
2005

We brought you home on Halloween, and while we were discussing names, Jeff was eating some Reese’s Pieces, and we had your name, Reese, a.k.a. Reese’s Pieces or just Pieces.

2006
2006
2005
2005

Despite his initial annoyance, you won Sullivan over in no time, and you became lifelong best friends.

2005
2005
2005
2005
2005
2005
2005
2005

The two of you were inseparable.

2009
2009
2017
2017
2018
2018
2019
2019

You were beyond stubborn and tried to outlive all of us.

2018
2018
2020
2020

But at 19 1/2, you had done all you could.

2018
2018
2019
2019

Because of your stubbornness, there were times you were a massive pain. You wanted what you wanted, and there was no deterring you.

2018
2018
2018
2018

But there were also times you were incredibly sweet and silly.

2011
2011
2010
2010
2020
2020

You went nuts for your “kitty crack” and would start drooling from that catnip high.

2024
2024
2024
2024

Toward the end, one of your favorite things was a warm bed directly out of the dryer. You expected there to be one for you in every load of laundry and were disappointed that your humans couldn’t make that happen every single time.

2020
2020

We tried to provide one whenever possible and make you comfortable as long as we could.

2020
2020

Goodbye, Pieces, with the peroxide spot on your little head. Rest well.

2006
2006

Praise

I don’t know
     if He will deliver me
           from this
     if He will provide
          a way out
          a way      th  r  o   u     g      h.

But I believe
          He can.

Even though I don’t have
     any answers
               yet
     or a clear direction
               yet
     and I have no idea
        what will happen
               yet –
     in this neverending
          desolate
          defeating
          demanding
               yearslong “season,”
                         I’m praising Him
                                   anyway.

Not that
     I haven’t been
          doing that all along
               in some way,
     but I am being
          more intentional
          more active
          more deliberate –
               practicing it
                    even on days
                         I don’t fully feel it.

I’m renewing
          my mind
      developing
          a different way of thinking
               turning it into action
          and letting Him lead me
               in this drought-stricken
                         desert place.

He’s bigger
          than all of this.

He’s capable
      powerful
      almighty
         and
      worthy of praise.

He’s all-knowing of
     the past
          present
          future
     the already
     and not yet.

I have no idea
     what He’s doing
          or if
     I will know
          in the near future
                or ever,
     but I believe
          He’s doing something
               and I am giving Him praise
                              and all the glory
                     during the difficulty
                     in the messy middle
                     in the impossible
                                and regardless of
                                          the outcome.

This looks impossible
But you’re the God of impossible…
I need a miracle
And you’re the God of miracles…
I know my God can do it
So, I’m gonna worship through it
Before I see my breakthrough
I’m gonna choose to praise you…
In the middle of my no way out
In the middle of my don’t know how…
I’m gonna praise you
Oh God, I praise you!
– Tasha Layton

Tasha Layton feat. Chris Brown, “Worship Through It,” BEC Recordings, 2024.

Access

Sometimes
     they are
           t
            w
              i
            s
           t
             y
     wrapped around each other
             intertwined
                    spaghetti-like.

Sometimes they are more like
                        m o  v   i    n      g    clouds
          shape-shift  i  n g
                         visible
                   but intangible.
             
Or like stars,
         they are
               seemingly       f          a              r          apart
          from each other –
               some bright
                    against the sky
               some dim
                       tough to see,
                                        as if they are barely there.

The vast space between them
               isn’t empty;
                     it’s busy
                          dense
                          entirely full.

But I cannot always access
     what I search for
     what I cannot see
                      or           reach
                   as if they are
            in another dimension
                                    or merely
                                        gone
                                    never meant to be
                                        found again.

SUPER

The Superglue Emergency Kit
The Superglue Emergency Kit

A PSA for anyone else who gets
                    stuck
             in this situation
             in the future:

Some advice came in SUPER handy recently
     when I – I mean, my friend
          had a huge
                    messy mishap
               with a new bottle
                    of apparently extra,
                                        extra-strong superglue
                          with an opening
                                that was much   w   i     d    e    r
                                        than normal.

When attempting to glue
     some broken puzzle pieces
                     back together,
               it got all over my her hands.

While – unsuccessfully – trying
     to clean everything up,
               my her fingers got stuck together.
                         Solidly.
Tugs
        prying
                         pulling
                              and maneuvering
     were initially futile,
               but after many long,
                                       frustrating minutes,
                                                      they separated.

After finally ripping them apart,
     I – I mean, she
          tried to Google
                    how to remove super glue from skin
               but couldn't open my her phone right away
                         because my her fingerprints
                              were covered
                                   solidly
                                   in
                                   glue.

Another phone-opening method worked, thankfully,
     and Google came to the rescue
               with some suggestions.

Eventually, after a combination
     of tons of warm water
         many different types and brands of soap
               (that did absolutely nothing),
         a hard, dry Scrub Daddy sponge,
         lots of acetone nail polish remover,
         a slathering of lotion
         some Vaseline,
         a nail file,
              and bouts of uncontrollable laughter
                         at the ridiculousness of it all,
                    the glue – finally – relented
                         and peeled off.
                              (Mostly.)

(Un)stable

It’s entirely unclear
          what the objective is
          what success looks like
      or what the questions even are
              because answers
                   to previous questions
                        are
                             u
                                  n
                               s
                                  t
                                     a
                                 b
                                l
                                  e
                 and the questions themselves
                          change
                               in t    e  r      mit  ten  t     ly.

It feels like
     I’m starting


               und
                        er
                           wa
                                     ter

   with no air
          no energy
              trying desperately to
                                              surface
                            so I can finally
                                start solidly on level ground.

But even if I could
          reach the surface
             and
          take a breath,
                      I’d still be
                                   lost. 

No one
       knows what the goal is             
       understands what to do
       knows how to replicate anything
                  or
       can explain why we’re doing
               what we’re doing.

If no one knows –
     even those leading –
          how can I know
                what I’m supposed to be
                                 looking for
                            much less
                                 how to find it
                                        somewhere?

Quelled

I saw potential
          in you –
     so many options
                  opportunities
                  possibilities to pursue
          merely because
               you
                 were you.

But when your tormenter
          d
           e
            s
             c
              e
               n
                d
                 e
                  d
     you lost the you
               in you.

Oppressed
     overpowered
     anguished
          by how you were treated,
               you    p  u   s    h    e     d   back
               you strained
               you tried,
                    but in vain
                             you were defeated.

The cruelty
     devoured
          your essence
                 spirit
                 strength
               as you grew
                  w
                    e
                 a
                     k
                       e
                      r
                  in your angst.

Your future
     became bleaker
          as I watched you wither –
                                    w
                                      i
                                    l
                                     t
                                      i
                                    n
                                      g
                                    waning
                                    winded.

All the wishes
     you once held
          were squelched
                  crushed
                  quelled.

You fought
     with what little
          you had to give,
     but it would never
          be enough
                    to live.

Copperopolis

We drove to Copperopolis
     because we wanted to take a drive
          somewhere we’d never been.

I saw the name Copperopolis
     on a map
          and said we should go there
               because it’s fun to say Copperopolis.

So we drove
     to Copperopolis
               under beautiful clouds
                        unexpected heavy rain
                  and periods of sunshine.

We explored a new area
     of the Earth
          we had never seen.

We walked around the town square
     of Copperopolis
          that looked like a combination of
                       Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls 
                 and Hill Valley from Back to the Future
                           minus the clock tower.

After lunch at Griff’s –
     as in Biff’s grandson –
          we drove back home
              on other roads
                        we had never driven
                 adventuring
                 exploring
          and enjoying time
                      with each other.

Maintenance

The trim around the outside of the house faded first.

It hadn’t been that bad, really. Everything blended together from the sun so the siding and the trim melded into a bland, mushy, oatmeal beige.

The edges of the trim continued the trend, color fleeing from the pieces, leaving the exposed wood.

They should have known something was wrong when the living room blinds quit operating properly. The strings had bound up, some had broken, and they could no longer be opened. Rather than doing repairs or purchasing a replacement, they ignored the issue, leaving the room without daylight.

They should have been aware that they weren’t keeping up with the maintenance. But both of them were focused on other things. Preoccupied.

There were work deadlines to meet and promotions to land and baseball games and science projects. Their lives were hijacked because no one else would care about their schedules or their lives or their home. They had to make their life together a priority – the priority. But they didn’t.

Inoperable blinds led to cobwebs behind doorways, shoe-scuffed walls, burned-out lightbulbs that were never replaced, and once-vibrant flowers wilting and dying in the yard. The front door warped, swelling from the winter rain and persistent beating of the sun, so they had to enter and exit through the garage. Weeds overtook the grass, grew through the cracks in the driveway, and sprung from the rain gutters above the front windows.

When the wind blew hard, pieces of the trim broke even further, continuing to disintegrate until they broke off and cluttered the ground, leaving areas on the side of the house with old wood and spots of primer left in their place. The stucco on the back of the house cracked and crumbled, losing its texture along with its color.

It used to be beautiful. Simple but envious in its simplicity and warmth. A sleet grey exterior with the meticulously chosen shade of white trim. Not too bright and not too close in hue. Perfect for them.

The sun continued to beat on the house, determined to break everything about it. The wood became brittle. Someone could touch it with their finger and it would collapse into a misshapen finger-sized hole. Hollow. Empty.

Shingles shifted and fell from the roof. Siding softened and rotted. Water damaged the walls and floors as mold and mildew grew in the unattended spaces. It was particularly noticeable around the chimney – the part meant to keep the household warm and cozy.

From a combination of unkindness, poor decisions, and neglect, the entire structure was in disrepair. Jagged. Frayed. Maybe even irreparable.

They thought they were keeping their private life between themselves, but the house didn’t make that distinction or agree to the deal. And the house wasn’t subtle.