Will you meet me here again?

I fell in love with this Victorian crushed velvet jacket from Dresslilly. It was back ordered when I tried to get it the first time, but I really liked it so I tried again later on. Eventually it made it’s way to me. So cute and so ridiculous at the same time! I say ridiculous because the gigantic bell sleeves keep flopping all over the place, but they’re also part of the cuteness. You just have to figure out how to not get them wet washing your hands or keep them from dragging into your food when you eat.

Crushed velvet Victorian jacket, c/o Dresslily; black Bond jeans, c/o Mott & Bo; vintage purse, old; black suede fur lined wedge booties, c/o Sole Society, old, similar here; black beaded heart earrings, Baublebar; vintage cross on heart necklace, old.

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Personal update: Month two of my mom being gone hasn’t been as bad as month one. A lot of times when I feel like crying, the tears stay in my eyeballs because there aren’t enough to run down my cheeks. I feel like I’ve reached a state of apathy, numbness. A certain sort of meh-ness to everything. Not necessarily a good place to be, but maybe better than it was.

Today I made it to church for the first time in a month. I just couldn’t bring myself to go. I didn’t want to sit there feeling angry at God, nor did I feel like being there in the first place. I’m not really angry with God any more, nor am I happy that my mom died. Who would be?

They asked people to raise their hands at church today if they feel like they’d been forsaken by God. I raised my hand.That sounded like a good way to put into words how I felt. Then they asked us to raise both arms and for the people around us to put a hand on the shoulders of people raising their hands.

The congregation continued singing the song we’d been singing, Here Again, by Elevation Worship.

I’m not enough

Unless you come

Will you meet me here again

Cause all I want

Is all you are

Will you meet me here again

Not for a minute

Was I forsaken

The Lord is in this place

The Lord is in this place

Come Holy Spirit

Dry bones awaken

The Lord is in this place

The Lord is in this place

I sat there with my arms raised and tears streaming down my face. (I’m definitely a song person. Words from songs will always get to me more than words spoken.)

There’s something so precious in surrendering yourself to God.

The pastor was speaking about coming out of brokenness head first. A baby is supposed to be born head first so you need to come out of your brokenness and heartache head first. Um. Okay.

I disagree. Some babies stick and arm or leg out first or come out breech. Some have to be cut out of the womb. I don’t have the energy to come out of the heartbreak of losing my mom head first. If all I’ve got inside of me is to raise my hands and feel God’s love wash over me, that’s how I’m coming out of this. One arm at a time is a perfectly acceptable way to come out of grief. I’m pretty sure God will accept me coming out of this any way I’m capable of.

I really do like the new pastor at our church. His statement about coming out head first just made me feel like I have to come out strong. Like a wrecking ball. (Probably not what he meant and he certainly didn’t use the phrase ‘wrecking ball.’) Well, I’m coming out weak. I’m coming out trusting He will be my strength right now. And I’ll come out of this in whatever way I am able to, thank you very much.

For now, it’s enough to ask Him to meet me here again and to know that I am not forsaken.

~ All photos were taken by Calvin Hodgson.  You can find his work on Flickr and on his blog.

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Burgundy polka dot dress

On sunny warm days, we enjoy fall, on cold days, we hibernate like a bear. Last weekend was nice – we went out into the beautiful fall world. This weekend, not so much. We hang out in bed all day and try to stay warm while contemplating sleeping our way through the cold weather… Oregonian life.

Burgundy polka dot dress, Kohl’s, cropped black button up sweater, given to me, black shoes, old, disco ball necklace and earrings, Ann Taylor Loft, beaded purse, Goodwill, black cat eye sunglasses, Rue 21

I love the vintage 60’s style of this dress! Super cute and fun for a rock-a-billy look or just a retro vibe. I found this on the clearance racks at Kohl’s. ‘Cause I love a good deal!

Add in some fall leaves, and you’re all set for a fun fall day.

Yep. I’m a dork. And proud of it.

 

Keep my mama in your prayers this week. She goes in for another cat scan to see how the evil cancer is doing. More tumors keep popping up. This new cat scan will determine if they need to go after any more spots with radiation or start her on the trial drug she was never on during her time in the OHSU clinical trial group the past two years. For those of you who don’t know, she was in the placebo group the whole time and doing better than everyone else in the group until they finally had to take her out and send her to radiation in February after determining that two tumors that merged together were getting too big.

As always, thank you for stopping by and thank you for any prayers sent this way as we wait to see if, yet again, another shoe, is going to drop off with the cat scan news this week.

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~ All photos were taken by Calvin Hodgson.  You can find his work on Flickr and on his blog.

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