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UNDAUNTED
For a few very hard years this word was my mantra.
The word means
-undismayed; not discouraged; not forced to abandon purpose or effort
-undiminished in courage or valor; not giving way to fear
But the truth is, I was often dismayed by everything that had taken place, and I did battle discouragement. I battled fear and doubts. I hurt and was angry, and sometimes "undaunted" sounded more like a mockery than a mantra, and I was determined to be real about all of it in these posts, thus the name, Undaunted Reality. More than that, though, I was determined to live undaunted, not because I'm so great or strong, but because my God is, and no matter what this world looks like, He is the only reality that matters.
I pray I live the reality of Him beautifully undaunted.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Truth is...I'm Tired of Lying

A friend of mine told me I need to write. He is right. However, what does one say when there are so many secrets? So many things I can't say? So many lies dressed in shades of truth that sometimes the two look identical...even to me?

Today friends helped me move the rest of Rob's things from his apartment. I have gone twice this week to pack up most small things and move them to the garage or redistribute them to their old homes in my house. Each day I have gone alone. I didn't plan it that way. In fact, I planned to have someone there, someone to help take the jolt. In the end, I chose to take it alone.

Because the truth is even if someone else was there, they wouldn't feel the jolt. They wouldn't feel the impact of walking into a life where I wasn't wanted. To others it was just an apartment. To me it was reality of nearly two decades slamming in the face--"I really didn't love you. I just didn't know how to get out. Now, I don't want to come back."

I know people say men use words like that to justify their actions. Women do, too. In our case, though, they weren't just words. They were reality. I know. I lived them.

The Tuesday morning he died was the first time I had been in his apartment, and it was like walking into the world of someone I didn't know, except it wasn't a stranger. It was a man who promised forever...and lied. And I couldn't help but wonder how much more...just what all else...was lies.

In a stomach turning instant I was in an ocean of memories wondering what was real and what was mirage. Had I become so good at lying about the reality that I didn't know the truth myself? Why does it even matter?

The thing is, I do know the truth, and the truth is the mirage of the lie is its ability to make the truth look counterfeit.

The lie is that peace or closure will come with figuring it out, finding answers, understanding it somehow. The truth is healing comes with letting it go and moving on.

What was and why it was and how it was only create confusion in which who I am is lost, and trust to move forward is buried in the mire of questions.

The truth is the lies of then are only relevant because of the lies of now and trying to figure out how to write honestly when there is truth I am unable to share is maddening. I feel like nothing has really changed. I couldn't be honest then, and I can't be honest now...and I am tired of being here, tired of eggshells, tired of trying to present it in a way that makes sense to others when it makes no real sense to me...and yet, right now, there are two people who couldn't make sense of it at all...so I remain quiet.

Yes, I need to write, but in the sorting through, I find myself at a loss for words...and that's no lie.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Staggering Forward

My friend Rod Dreher posted this on my Facebook page.

Yes, Rod, yes...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmbQEQltOwM
I keep going back to a phrase from the poet W.H. Auden: "Stagger onward rejoicing." Seems right in this situation. I'm also thinking of a line from that Leonard Cohen song "Hallelujah": "Love is not a victory march/It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah." Yep.

Staggering Forward

My friend Rod Dreher posted this on my Facebook page.

Yes, Rod, yes...


"I keep going back to a phrase from the poet W.H. Auden: "Stagger onward rejoicing." Seems right in this situation. I'm also thinking of a line from that Leonard Cohen song "Hallelujah": "Love is not a victory march/It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah." Yep. "

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmbQEQltOwM

Sunday, February 20, 2011

When Words Fail

Believe it or not, I have no doubt God has a purpose. I have no doubt of His love, mercy, or grace. I don't understand this week, but I have not understood most of the last 8 months...except that He continues to take care of the children and me.



But I will also tell you this, I am shell shocked. I do not even know what to pray, little less how to pray it. I keep remembering verses about "those who call on the name of the Lord". Thankfully, it is not "those with eloquent prayers made up of perfect words," because I have no words beyond, "Oh, holy God..." And my voice trails off because I am at a loss, but then maybe, as long as I know to start with Him I am not as lost as I thought.

When Words Fail

Believe it or not, I have no doubt God has a purpose. I have no doubt of His love, mercy, or grace. I don't understand this week, but I have not understood most of the last 8 months...except that He continues to take care of the children and me.

But I will also tell you this, I am shell shocked. I do not even know what to pray, little less how to pray it. I keep remembering verses about "those who call on the name of the Lord". Thankfully, it is not "those with eloquent prayers made up of perfect words," because I have no words beyond, "Oh, holy God..." And my voice trails off because I am at a loss, but then maybe, as long as I know to start with Him I am not as lost as I thought.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

With Loving Memories


 Rob Phillips
August 6, 1968-February 15, 2011

Rob Phillips suffered a massive heart attack just after midnight on February 15, 2011.
Despite medical efforts, he did not survive.

His family deeply appreciates your prayers as we deal with the shocking loss of such a wonderful man.

For each of you who have known and loved Rob...thank you.




If you would like to bless the family in some way, a trust fund has been set up for the children, donations can be made to the V-Foundation for Cancer Research, or you may contact the family for further ideas.

Thank you for your prayers.


With Loving Memories



 Rob Phillips
August 6, 1968-February 15, 2011

Rob Phillips suffered a massive heart attack just after midnight on February 15, 2011.
Despite medical efforts, he did not survive.

His family deeply appreciates your prayers as we deal with the shocking loss of such a wonderful man.

For each of you who have known and loved Rob...thank you.




If you would like to bless the family in some way, a trust fund has been set up for the children, donations can be made to the V-Foundation for Cancer Research, or you may contact the family for further ideas. Thank you for your prayers.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Faith Defined

The best definition of faith I've ever heard:

"Faith is not about everything turning out OK;
Faith is about being OK no matter how things turn out." 

Thank you, Stacey, for sending this to me.

Faith Defined

The best definition of faith I've ever heard:

"Faith is not about everything turning out OK;
Faith is about being OK no matter how things turn out."

Stacey, thank you for sharing this with me.