Integrated Grief

It’s here! “Outta Nowhere” is out there now! I’ve got some “scited” (scared AND excited) news here! It is finished. Just this one sentence capsizes my brain. Excited that a publisher had confidence in me and my framily believes in me. It blows my mind I’ve FB friends who have read my ramblings and suggest it’s been helpful and hopeful and that I should write a book. Now I have that book. And a website. And a blog! My blog will contain enteries that the book did not contain and a time of question and answers that may arise from the readers. Wait! What? I am an about to be a published author? My cathartic practice during my healing can now possibly- maybe-someday be of help to others. This is yet another miraculous mystery I’ve been a recipient of. Thanks be to God that this process is d-o-n-e, DONE. Wait? What! My work really is not done? This is the scariest of scares! I’m scared because I now have to become a self-promoter which is way outta my comfort zone and will be hard hard work. I will have to remind myself that I’ve done some mighty hard things these past 5 years. I know good and well that I, nor my experience, isn't unique. I’m well aware that I'm not the first- or the last- woman who will lose a husband barely past their silver anniversary . I’ve concluded that the world really does not need another grief book. This is a voice of dubious and unhelpful thoughts that have been screaming at me a lot lately, so my voice of conviction and faith must step up and be louder. I am reminding myself I can do hard things! I am humbled and grateful for the support and trust and anticipation that has been lavishly given to me. I do trust that if nothing else my book will serve as a gift to my sons as a way to remember their wonderful loving father and pass his legacy to their children, and just maybe, a story of their mom’s resilience, redemption and grace. I’m eternally grateful for your grace filled and life saving care, concern, and communication with my family and me from day one on December 8, 2020. As the ending of “Outta Nowhere” says, “to be continued….”

Creating a blog is an idea I toyed with for years… and then vacillated over for years more. Friends often told me how much they loved my Facebook posts during our joyfully chaotic parenting days. I even imagined blog names: A Milam Minute Milam Monday Musings Life, Love, Laughter, and Lunacy A Tot, a Teen, and One In-Between I could never decide. And then life happened. So the blog never happened. Then… death happened. The journals I kept throughout Bob’s long illness and after his death slowly became my Facebook posts. Friends encouraged me to turn them into a book. So I gathered those journal pages and compiled a manuscript. I sought publishers. Two said no. Two said yes. Edits happened. Some things were cut. Some things I wasn’t yet ready to share. But the end of this book says not "the end " but to be continued " This blog is how the story continues. Now that the book has been birthed, so has its sibling—this blog. Naming it was surprisingly easy. “Making Do While God Makes the Way.” Those words were spoken by our pastor , Scott Dickinson during a Christmas Eve message early in Bob’s illness. We watched virtually from his hospital room on a cold, rainy, and very strange COVID Christmas Eve. Scott spoke of Mary and Joseph—how they had to make do, to improvise, as they trusted in God’s care and providence. They set out on a risky and obligatory journey. The conditions for the birth of our Savior were bleak. They must have felt disappointed, lonely, and afraid. Yet also faithful, hopeful, resourceful, and resolved. “Making do while God makes the way.” That night, alone in a hospital room Bob and I felt those same emotions—disappointed, lonely, and scared… but also faithful, hopeful, resourceful, and resolved. Thanks be to God. Scott graciously gave me permission to use that phrase for the name of this blog. (And who knows—maybe someday it will appear on a mug or a t-shirt.) “Making Do While God Makes the Way” reminds me of God’s grace and promises—that I am never alone and that no matter how hard life gets, my family and I will be okay because God holds our future. It helped me be okay when I was not okay. It reminds me that when I cannot see God’s hands, I can still trust God’s heart. Because God lives, I can face tomorrow. These words have also become my honest answer to the often-asked and greatly dreaded question: “How are you?” “Making do while God makes the way.” Not “good.” Not even “okay.” Those would feel fake. I have learned to reject the idea of “fake it till you make it.” Instead, I try to grow, stretch, and learn while showing up to life exactly as it is. This blog will be a place where I: Share some of what I left out of Outta Nowhere" Fill in missing pieces Answer your questions Continue the story God is still writing If you are walking through grief… If you are waiting on healing… If you are trying to trust God in the middle of uncertainty… You are not alone. This is me, making do… while God makes the way. Welcome to my blog. Just as Outta Nowwhere ends with , "to be continued, this blog is only the beginning. I’d love for you to come back and walk this journey with me as we keep trusting God together, one day and one prayer and one word at a time—making do while God makes the way.