Saturday, November 17, 2012

Broken Hearts, Broken Dreams, and Broken Holidays

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Meeting his mom's eye with a knowing glance, the older son gave a wise nod. The preschooler between them tore open his package undoing the meticulous wrapping project in seconds. He was oblivious to what was unfolding around him – or more accurately what had not unfolded.

The gift at hand was a decoy. A stand-in tagged as if it came from an absentee father whose gift had not, and would never, arrive. Young as he was, the ploy still worked its magic for the little fella.

The older one was wise to the game now. “Ha. I guess he sent the gift Pony Express, and the pony died.” The mom arched an eyebrow as the two snickered in camaraderie. It was a pattern that would repeat most years as the two boys grew to men.

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Lights twinkle as darkness descends upon neighborhoods. In house after home, decorations suitable for Instagram and Pinterest appear in all their glory. We prepare for Black Friday and Cyber Monday as if they are religious experiences. Grocery stores hum as delicacies of the season fly off the shelves.

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If you watch closely enough, however, you will see pain hidden behind the frozen smiles of hurting people around you. They are the ones who wait, in this mean season of holiday pain, for a Pony Express that will never arrive. The wounds go deep and are too numerous to name.

Some pain is raw, open for all the world to see: unemployment, death, divorce, disfigurement, admitted addiction, mental illness, chronic illness, and disability. You see that pain and wince. The suffering see your gaiety and wonder how you can go on as normal when their lives will never be the same.

For some, a secret pain leaves them with no where to turn. They suffer the insults of abuse, infidelity, and addiction behind closed doors. Isolation and loneliness in marriage colors some days as deftly as the lights surrounding us. For others, family secrets hold everyone hostage and infuse the air with tension and pretense.

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Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's come in rapid succession leaving the hurting ones unable to breathe as one bombardment follows another. If they told you the truth, some days they wake up hoping the Mayans were right about the world ending in 2012. And yet, they put on perfect holiday smiles for the sake of those around them especially the ones they love.

I sit in the quiet of my freshly cleaned home anticipating the week of celebrations ahead. I ponder the mean seasons when I slipped out of the house after dark to cry cold, lonely tears while staring back at a house ablaze in holiday lights. The world was falling down around me, and no one seemed to care. I remember me and think of the hurting ones wondering now how to celebrate when life has entered a mean season.

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To the outside world, my life is again in tatters. My marriage is in smoldering ruins around my feet. I do not know what the future holds. I wonder: is too late to start family traditions in a fractured family that was never good at traditions even in our best of times. I wonder: has time run out? Did I miss the holiday Pony Express?

If you, my fraidy cat friend, have stumbled in from the cold and dark thinking no one sees your frozen smile or heart full of pain, rest easy. You are among friends. I am glad to welcome you home and have something I want you to know.

As mean as your season has become and as lonely as you feel, you are not alone. There is a God, a Creator God, who has a plan for you. I call him Redeemer because he is in the business of redeeming loss and pain no matter how it comes packaged or by whom it was given. He sees your broken heart, broken dreams, and broken holidays.

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As far fetched as it seems just now, he has his eye upon you. He has promised that his plan for you will not be frustrated if you keep your eyes on him. Believe me, I know how hard that last part is. I know because I have been writing my way back to him and wrestling with him every step of the way.

Tonight, I am thankful you have found your way here. I am thankful I can share in the fellowship of your suffering and tell you about a baby who was born, lived, died, and rose again so that our pain would never go unheeded.

You see, I am convinced of that truth even tho' I am in a mean season of my own. I rejoice and celebrate knowing my Redeemer lives. I am certain he is in the process of making something beautiful out of this mess I call life even in the midst of my broken heart, dreams, and holidays. 
                                                                                                                 Why don't you stick around for awhile. Wait with me, and let's see what
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redemption looks like? I'll be looking for you. I promise.

1 Peter 5:10 (NLT)
In his kindness God called you to share in his eternal glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation.

Phillipians 1:6 (NLT)
And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.

10 comments:

  1. Carol. So beautiful...there are no words. I took the time to watch Mercy Me at the end as well.

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    1. Thank you, Linda! Nothing a writer loves more than rendering a reader speechless. :-) Glad you clarified with the word 'beautiful'. ;-)

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  2. You are a good writer Carol Anne!

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    1. And you, my hero in uniform, are a good friend! Love you.

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  3. Carol Anne, your words continue to grab me, scold me, challenge me, encourage me. Thank you for your message of hope...no matter where we are.

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    1. If any scolding needs to go on, I need to be the recipient for falling so far behind in moderating my blog comments! Thank you so much for checking in and continuing to check in from one season of my life to the next. I hope I find hope even on the most hopeless of days and that I communicate that faithfully to others walking this walk. <3

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  4. I am amazed by your talent and so thankful you use it in such a real way. You are doing a good thing here!

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    1. Oh, Tereasa, what a sweet thing to say. May God grant increase to my efforts and to your kind affirmations! You are a blessing to me. I mean that!

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  5. Life is not easy. Sometimes the holidays aren't magical and fun and all our dreams don't come true. As one of my kids said recently, This is one year I wish there really was a Santa Claus! (Unless there is a Christmas Miracle at Our house there will be no Christmas presents under the tree this year.) Thank you for sharing from your perspective and pain. You are a fabulous writer!

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    1. Elizabeth, I pray that the Lord will bless you and your family in the midst of this trial. You are an encouragement to many and have been for as long as I have known you. I am with the writing. I do aim. Hope I'm like fine wine and am getting better with age and perseverance!

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