Sunday, July 8, 2012

The day He used a hummingbird

Apparently hummingbirds aren't out and about in Colorado this year. Sean's mom and dad haven't seen a single one. Don't we all love hummingbirds? They're mesmerizing. Kinda sad that they aren't as visible this year.

Last night Ty had night terrors so it was a rough night for all of us, especially me. That sounds mean, doesn't it? Well the deal with night terrors, (at least my kids') is that the kid is asleep, and can't be roused. The girls rolled over a few times when they heard him but that's about it. So hour after hour I heard him, tried to wake him, then just held him until he stopped. I always get mad at Sean when Ty does something like this, mainly because Sean could wake him up and get him back to a sound sleep better than I can. I'd defer to him if Ty had nightmares or night terrors. That was part 1 of how Satan beat me down in the last 24 hours.

Part 2-I had nightmares every time I fell back asleep. I dreamed that Sean was alive but had left our family. In one dream I kept calling him to tell him the kids missed him and he kept ignoring my calls. When he finally answered he yelled at me, (thank God he wasn't a yeller while alive) and said he didn't care if they needed him-he'd moved on. Another dream was that I got a call that he was found alive and the whole nightmare of the last few months was just that-a nightmare. Then I dreamed I was standing at the altar, white dress and all, and I stood alone for hours. No one ever came to meet me there. I turned to walk away from the alter and collapsed in tears.

I woke up in a full blown panic attack.

I think Satan is smarter than we give him credit for. The way to make a girl struggle is through making her feel abandoned, unloved, rejected. I woke up feeling all of those things. I cried until the kids woke up this morning. Then I cried during my shower and managed to stop until we got to church here in Colorado. The first song we sang was about God defeating the trials and sadness, even the grave.

So long, hold-it-together-ness.

I looked down at one point and my shirt was wet from my tears. Of course on any normal day I have Kleenex and wipes in my (big) purse but today-neither. I asked the Lord to take the feelings from the night away and replace them with hope, any kind of hope. The pastor started teaching and he talked about choosing a mate.

Really?

I know you were thinking it too.

A few hours later I sat at the kitchen table alone and cried again. Loneliness has set in, even in the midst of great friends and family around me. My mind started racing. What if I'm alone in this? What if I can't keep up the pace? How will I ever move past the rejection I feel? Will I ever feel loved and cherished and well, the opposite of how I feel now? I said, "I am grasping for air, Lord. Satan is whispering things to me that I hate hearing. It's hard not to surrender to the thought that this stage-this betrayal and how it makes me feel-is permanent. Please, I'm begging, show me hope."

I looked over my left shoulder toward the window. There, at eye level, was a hummingbird. It looked me square in the eye for ten seconds. (I counted) then it flew away. I was alone in the kitchen, but I stopped feeling so terribly alone.

He knows me. He loves me. And He's the original knight in shining armor (on a white horse.) He loves me enough to put a hummingbird five feet in front of me to say, "I can do extraordinary things, things you have no idea that I can do. I'm here. I see you. You are not abandoned."

So tonight I can rest in peace knowing that the God who made everything I see loves me. I am loved, not abandoned. I am chosen, not overlooked. I am cherished, not rejected. I hope you can rest in knowing this too.

Goodnight.

9 comments:

Priscilla said...

I love you Mary! I love your honestly...and I love that you immediately saw God's answer in the hummingbird. God has blessed you with a loving, sensitive heart, which is good news/bad news right now, huh? So glad we got to talk yesterday. So sad it couldn't be face to face. Hope you and Ty are feeling better.
Priscilla

Miss Mommy said...

Hey, Mary....My heart hurts for your pain, and longs to be able to bring you a Diet Dr Pepper and be your friend in real life...

Mommarazzi said...

I love this. Such a beautiful reminder that you are His.
I'm so sorry about the bad night...I've never experienced night terrors with my kids but I can relate to the extreme exhaustion from being up hour after hour! I hope you guys are enjoying your stay!

Heather said...

I think I keep writing the same comment, but it never stops being true... you are inspiring Mary. I'm so sorry about your night, and can't begin to imagine the weariness you felt after such an experience. You are such an example that even in the darkest times, when we seek Him, he promises to show up. Love you!

stevenandapril said...

I love what he did with that hummingbird in your life! Beautiful reminder of His presence and care for you! Thanks for so honestly sharing your hurts, pains, smiles, struggles, Mary. So many facets to this whole healing process and the scars it has left. Ugly ugly. But so beautiful to watch the healing begin and the beauty turn from ashes. I love you and I love the testimony of His ways with you!

April

We Three Smiths + 1 said...

Love you...wish I could hug you! Remember that story I just told you about the birds...the hummingbird was no coincidence. You are such an amazing person and I am so grateful God has crossed our paths!! Come home soon!

julieruth said...

I'm praying over you in this moment... you are deeply loved and cherished mary! my heart, julie

Bonnie said...

Mary, this made me cry...well actually bawl...I am still crying as I type. I am so sorry you are going through this...so very sorry. God is our hope, when all seems hopeless. Keep asking Him to show you. I love that He's never let me down, and that He'll walk with you through this bitter, painful journey. Have been and will continue to pray!!

Lindsay Wagner said...

Love you, Mary. Will not stop praying for you and your family.