Christianity – beatingcowdens

I am a March-August kind of girl. I love warm weather and lots of sunlight. Long walks are my favorite. There is nothing that soothes me more than putting on a pair of sneakers, putting my music on, and just going.

I find the fall stressful. Maybe it’s years of being a teacher. There is hopeful anticipation about school in September, but the organization and logistics take forever, and the fall germs are just… a lot.

Before I have time to look up, the days are getting shorter, the leaves are falling, and it is time to pull out the sweaters.

I go through the motions dutifully, cleaning and organizing, but I lack the excited anticipation people have when they smell pumpkin spice and start to see their breath. I just don’t get it.

I think I was always this way, but in fairness, so many emotional events in the fall and winter may have given me the final shove into my aversion for those seasons and bolstered my affinity for my spring allergies.

Given all that, it might seem contrary to say that we decorate early for Christmas, but we do.

Remember, I love the light.

Our tree is up by Thanksgiving, and the lights around the house are on every possible second. I love buying and wrapping gifts. I take comfort in our advent calendar and the excitement of the impending arrival of the baby Jesus.

My faith anchors me through the tumultuous turns life tends to take. It keeps me grounded and focused on the fact that this life is merely a stopping point on a journey to forever.

I grew up in a church. I spent so much of my life there as a child, and a teen that I could navigate the building with my eyes closed. I stayed at that same church after my husband and I met, and it was there that we married and had our daughter baptized.

And as ironic as it is, it is the place I had to walk away from when our worlds got turned upside down with all things PTEN and Cowdens Syndrome. I had to walk away from the place to continue to nurture my faith.

When you grow up in a community of faith, it is hard to accept that reality. I miss weekly services, Angel Trees, and Christmas shows. And sometimes that disconnect can make the dark days extra hard. Yet, in the apparent contradiction that is often reality, my faith has continued to grow through the years.

So, this morning my new normal involved my air pods, my iPad, and my orchids.

Today I “went” to church in Buffalo and in Sarasota, and I never left my house. I sang and prayed and smiled and pondered through Western New York Church Unleashed, and Faith Lutheran Church in Sarasota, Florida. The pastors are comforting and familiar, especially Eric, my brother-in-law in Florida, and also Roger, Jeremiah, and Steve in Western New York whom I have never met. The same internet which often isolates us from each other, keeps me connected to my faith through Advent and beyond.

I took some time with my orchids. My beautiful, perfectly imperfect orchids, that I feel a strong kinship with. Somehow, despite the odds, and without any traditional interventions, they blossom and grow in the most amazing ways.

I spend too much time alone and find it easy to be lost in, and overwhelmed by my own thoughts. Cowden Syndrome is ever present in our minds and bodies, even when the medical drama is on “pause.” The anxiety and anticipation of a lifetime of justifiable worry can make so many things, just hard.

Today I was reminded to give thanks in all circumstances. I was reminded to pray without ceasing, and I was told that you can have joy in your heart, even when you are not happy.

Life is a contradiction. Emotions yield guilt way too often. But, I have learned that feeling all the feelings is the only way I will survive and thrive in this crazy life.

I do not like the winter. I will never enjoy the darkness. I love the lights of Christmas and I eagerly await the birth of the baby Jesus.

I promise to stop and smell the “orchids” while anxiously waiting for the first sneezes of spring.

Wishing you and yours peace throughout this season.

#beatingcowdens

Ella, Buddy, and Jax bring us so much joy…

lutheran church, sydney (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The line rings in my head. The internet gives me the artist’s name as “Dishwalla.” The song doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, but then again the whole religion thing can be very confusing.

I have a belief in God, and faith that there is a higher power running the show here. In many ways that confidence keeps me sane. I mean, what would be the purpose of it all?

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe that we are selected to suffer. Not with cancer, tumors, genetic disorders, or anything of the sort. I do however believe that God can give purpose and meaning to our lives. If we seek it, we get confidence to endure the tough times, and purpose. A “share your experiences,” be helpful in every way you can, “pay it forward” kind of purpose.

What I haven’t sorted out, even after all these years, is well, what are the rules?

I mean, I was raised Lutheran. I was baptized, confirmed, married, and baptized my daughter in the same church. I spent my youth in that church. Survived high school with close friends there, and always enjoyed the connection with the people. I believe in the theology I was raised with, and I love the people I worshipped with for so long. But I no longer believe in that church.

The minister has been there for almost 2 years. Long enough to know the people in the congregation he serves. And yet, I have gone through one of the most emotionally tumultuous years of my life and he has never extended a hand. We had a long talk about it. It yielded nothing. He doesn’t care. So, I haven’t been to worship there for months. I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt me. It pains me deeply. But to me worship has to be about God, and it has to be led by people of God.

See, to me it doesn’t matter if you are catholic, Lutheran, or any other of the million religions out there. I believe for the most part we all serve the same God. What matters to me are the underlying values that go with being a person of faith.

Are you kind to others? Are you tolerant, and understanding of differences? Do you judge others, or do you leave the judging to God? Do you extend a hand to a friend in need? Do you lend an ear when someone needs to talk? Do you hug your loved ones? Do you value, truly value the gifts of your family, friends, and those you are yet to meet?

Those are the questions I ask myself as I interact with people each day. And I ask those questions of ME, not them. It is my role to be there, to be a person of faith, to share my love for others. I don’t think it has as much to do with what building you walk into, as it does with how you live your life.

My brother-in-law is a Lutheran minister. And, while I have at times not always agreed with him on everything (who does?) he models what a Christian leader should be. He has been there for me, as I try to sort out the many thoughts in my head, and his words have provided me some clarity on some tough issues.

So, I know I guess, what I need. Now the question is where to find it? I made a promise when I had my daughter baptized that I would teach her. I do, but I would like so much to have a “home” base where she can be comfortable again. This is all so confusing to her, and yet even as I watch, her faith grows.

We tried another Lutheran church. I am just not feeling it. We are floating right now – seeking. But God has a plan. Of this I am sure.

You see I am confident that the same God who sent the angels to watch over my daughter and I. The one who blessed us with this Cowden’s Syndrome diagnosis (yes, you read “blessed” because as I see it, if she had not ever been diagnosed I would have died of the breast cancer that was hiding inside of me,) will stick by us, no matter where we travel.

I will continue to do my best to live the life of a woman of faith. I previously sharply defined myself as Lutheran. Now, maybe Christian is just a better term.

Forgive my ramblings, and I know this is a touchy topic. But if you are reading this – drop a comment. For lack of a better phrase,

“Tell Me All Your Thoughts on God…” I really want to hear them.