Monday, May 26, 2014

The Open Cupboard Door



    It's funny how things you do, or don't do, can bring back a memory good or bad.  I was cooking the other day in the kitchen (of course, where else do you cook) and I looked around and several of my kitchen cupboards doors were open.  As I went back flippin' doors shut, I suddenly remembed one of the few times Todd ever humiliated me in public.  
    We were pastoring in Kenmare at the time, and in Todd's sermon one Sunday morning, he used as an illustration (I do not remember what he was preaching about, I just remember the illustration) that there was one thing that his wife did, that drove him nuts.  She leaves cupboard doors open all the time.  I'm sure the was a chuckle around the church, but I wasn't chuckling, I was humiliated beyond words, and hurt.  Number one, he had never told me in private that this bothered him, and two, I leave cupboard doors open?  I do?  I didn't even know this was something I did consistently.
    While I'm sure no one else in the church even remembered he had said this past leaving the church doors that morning, I was crushed, and it still echos in my ears some 25 years later.  I began observing myself after that, and yes, I do leave cupboard doors open behind me, cause more likely than not, my hands are full from removing something of need from the cupboard, and I forget to go back and shut them till later.  I began after that to consciously make an effort to make sure I shut doors behind me.  Why? Cause it was something that bothered him.  And my heart was always to make him happy.  Not that I didn't have a few words with him following that service about what he had said publicly.  Not that it would have been bad, but please tell me those things first in private, so I can work them, before announcing my faults to everyone else.  He of course apologized to me when I told him how much that had hurt me.  He hadn't meant to humiliate me, and he assumed I realized I did this all the time, and how much it bothered him.  
    Well, we learned an important lesson in marriage that day.  You should never assume your spouse knows the things that irritate you, and you should never announce them from the pulpit to everyone before mentioning them in private to your spouse.  
    Was Todd in the habit of intentionally humiliating me in public.  No!  Far from him, or his heart to ever do that, nor I do it to him.  But so often we do things without even thinking, that leaves lasting effects on others.  Have I forgiven him? Of course, many years ago, when it happened, but the memory of it still echos in my thoughts every time I see an open cupboard door.
     It really got down to the problem of lack of communication.  He had never voiced his 'bother' to me, and I wasn't aware this was something I even did, nor that it bothered him so much that he would tell others.  But looking back, if this was the greatest thing I did that bothered him, I guess not much about me bothered him.  Leaving a cupboard door open is not exactly a criminal offense you know.  Do I still leave cupboard doors open?  Yah, from time to time, my hands are full, and I forget to go back, so I still do this irritating habit.  Does it bother me? yah, it actually does now, cause now it's been pointed out that I do this, and it was something that irritated him, and although he's gone now, I somehow still don't want to irritate  him.  
    Oh yes, leaving a cupboard door open wasn't half as bad as leaving a gate open to Todd.  Leave a gate open (even if you were coming right back in a few minutes) would drive him nuts.  Always shut a gate that was shut when you opened it, cause you never know what can get out while it is open.  I was never accused of doing this awful crime though, cause, I could never get a gate he had built open.  Todd built the tightest gates around, and no one except him or someone of his strength level could get them open.  So thankfully I never got accused of leaving gates open!
    So my advice is, communicate to your spouse not just your irritations, but the things you love about them.  Hopefully you can communicate the good more than the bad.  Talk to each other.  Did Todd and I communicate well?  Yah, actually we did, which was why it surprised me he said this in public, we were in the habit of telling each other things we loved and didn't love about each other all the time.  We communicated well together, not that it was perfect, as you can tell, something things slipped through the cracks. And always remember, to shut the cupboard door! 

Friday, May 23, 2014

The Battered Penny by Kristi Reuer

The following is a little something that Kristi wrote. I thought it was so great, I asked her if I could share it on my blog. So… The Battered Penny

      

The Battered Penny

I was walking with heavy heart and lowered head when my down cast gaze met with a tiny ray of light.
‘Twas a small copper penny.
           It was battered and scarred, lost by one and trampled by many.
                           Considered worthless by most, but in it I found my worth.
For as I considered this tiny treasure the Spirit spoke to my spirit and said, “You are like this penny. You’ve been bruised and scarred but you have not lost your worth. Your Father in heaven knows your worth and it is far more than a penny. Indeed you are priceless for you were bought with a price beyond count. Your Father sees your struggles and hears your cries. He put this penny in your path to brighten your day and remind you of your worth. Know that He loves you and is always with you, no matter what. When you place your trust in Him he will provide for you. For He is your Father and He cares for your needs.”

            So with lightened heart and lifted eyes I continued on my path, the copper in my pocket reminding me that I’m worth more than gold.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

What was it like...

I wrote the following a couple weeks ago, but thought in memory of Todd with Memorial Day coming up and also that today marks 5 months since he left earth and moved on to heaven, I thought I'd share it.  It's hard to believe he moved 5 months ago.  Kristi said tonight, in some ways it seems like a long time ago, and in other ways like it was just yesterday.  There's not a day goes by when I don't miss him.


What Was it Like Todd?

What was it like Todd when you passed from this life?
When left your body and the long fight?

Was your mind finally clear and your speaking alright?
Did an angel come and escort you home that night?

What was it like to meet Jesus face to face?
Did he say well done in your race?

Did you feel free and joyful from the earthly restraints?
Did you meet other rejoicing saints?

What was it like Todd to be finally free?
I wish you could tell me, I wish I could see.

What I take now in faith, You see face to face.
Some day I will join you when I finish my race.

But until that day comes, His promises are true
I hold to His truth and His love just like you.







Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Second Hand Loss

 
     Today I experienced another what I've learned to call, a second hand loss.  It's something you no longer have because your loved one is gone. Second hand loss is directly or indirectly a result of them being gone. Although this loss has been there for a while, it hit me today.  It seems silly, but sometimes you don't realize what you have till it's gone.  I found the loss while looking in the grocery store for hamburger.  Ok, now quit laughing and pick yourself up off the floor.  Yes, Hamburger.
   I remember when Tyson first moved out and was at college, and he called home to tell me, "Mom, I just wanted to tell you that hamburger from Walmart sucks."  Today, I realized I couldn't agree more. (Although I was at Dan's Super Value, cause I couldn't stomach the thought of Walmart hamburger.)
   Our whole married life, Todd was either working full time, or part time on ranches, and then we started having our own cattle.  Having beef on our table was just part of the job, weather it came in 'wages' or one of our own that we were grilling up.  And I have to say, we raised some of the best beef. I remember cutting a steak with a plastic fork, that's how tender it was.  
   But today, I was digging through a grocery store cooler, wondering how in the heck does one buy good beef.  I've never had to deal with % of lean before, or worry about price per pound.  We raised it, and paid the butcher to cut it up.  Now that's gone from my life too and has been for some time, but now the emptying freezer has caught up with me.  
   On a side note, since I was raised on a farm, we always had our own beef (or venison) as a kid growing up too. 
   Another change, another loss, another stark fact that my cowboy is not here with me.
   So to my wonderful rancher friends out there, if any of you have a quarter of beef to sell, let me know, cause I'm VERY interested, cause hamburger from Walmart sucks.