Thank you, Lord…for everything.
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Well, first, the “duck” title is a metaphor for being the leader of my nest (a home on a few acres of land that is in need of updating but with three ducks in college, we’re keeping the outdated kitchen!). The duck metaphor also represents the protector of the babies even if they are now 20, 21 and 21 respectively (did you see this back in April?). Ok, she’s technically a goose but wow, that’s a mad Mama! Apparently, this high school golfer walked too close to her nest! (Click image for goose story.)This Mama Duck is the food-hunter…The food-preparer…(click cone image)And all things home, family and faith. Oh yeah, I’m also an adjunct professor who is looking for a new career now that the baby duck moved to college last month (sniff sniff). This blog was started back in 2013. I took a hiatus from early 2017 until now. Much of the writing over the years was Mama-stuff that was sometimes serious but usually humorous or lighter-hearted. Life got a little harder in the last couple years and so did my heart, so I stopped posting. I didn’t think readers would be interested in the cynical, often depressing writings that were building up in my hard drive (the computer, not my heart…that is softening).
But, I will… maybe… eventually…post a few of the more miserable writings lingering around my office. Why? Well, I’ve been paying close attention in recent years to other 40-and-50-something year old Mama ducks and they too feel a bit confused, angry, struggle with the inequality of it all, wondering how it didn’t turn out quite as expected considering the insane amount of work and sacrifice that went into many relationships, jobs and situations. (Click image for earlier article.)That said, this Mama Duck follows Jesus. It’s shameful how ungrateful I can be when I start questioning God about what I don’t have, didn’t get, haven’t achieved, when I’ve been blessed so much. The cycle goes a bit like this: Injustice makes me mad. I tell God about it. I don’t always act Christ-like when I’m in these fits. I question Him. I get miffed (more on that later…don’t send mean comments…I love the Lord 🙂 ). I have gathered a few writings about wrestling with God….trying to reconcile His love and holiness with the depravity of the world (yes, I’m already highly familiar with the common Christian responses to this issue). Ultimately, after spiraling through my questions, I end up in the same place: He is Him. I am not. He is the parent. I am the child. He is sovereign. It’s not about me. It’s about those He puts in my path, my church, my heart. It’s about Him. I am a student of His Word and have been serious about my faith-walk for over 20 years. (Click image for earlier article.)Some of the more popular past posts can be found under “Popular Posts” in the header above.
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Throwback Thursday 5/26/2013
I ran into an old friend of my Mom’s a few weeks ago at the grocery store. This woman’s husband left her 15+ years ago with 7 young children. He left her for a younger woman and his relationship with the kids is estranged at best.
Embracing her in the store, we briefly caught up on all the happenings with her mountain of children and now, grandchildren. The woman looked exactly as she did when I last randomly bumped into her: exhausted. She had been working two jobs for over fifteen years, was uneducated, so she was making little money for hard work. One of her daughters had a child out of wedlock and was living with her as well. Barely able to make ends meet, this friend secured yet another 10 hour gig on the weekends to help raise the grandchild. Let me repeat: she looked drained.
Through the ten minute conversation, she mentioned that the ex-husband was happily married, living in another state and hadn’t provided for the kids’ needs in many years. Upset and distraught with the Catholic Church, she said her ex received the “right” to marry because he had the marriage annulled.
Just to clarify I asked, “how long were you married?”
“20 years. 7 kids.”
She continued to explain that after the divorce, the Catholic Church had not accepted her as a formal church member, since she was a divorced woman. She was also forbidden to take communion. This was especially painful to this woman, because she was a devoted Catholic – so devoted to the church rules that she did not use birth control – thus, the 7 kids.
Her eyes grew wet as I suggested she try visiting a non-denominational church where she would be lovingly accepted and could develop new relationships. I emphasized that the “church” is a group of believers in Jesus…that Christianity is about a relationship with Jesus and believing that God loves you – just as you are, right where you are in life. Christianity is not about being alienated by your Sunday worship center just when you need love and help the most.
It’s important to note that as someone who was raised in a liturgical church, I respect and admire all the tradition. Although I spent 25 years in a liturgical church, I am no longer familiar with the rules, having been in a different church the last 20 years. So, upon arriving home I looked up the meaning of annulment. “To reduce to nothing. To obliterate. To make void; invalidate.”
Divorce is painful enough all on its own. Do we need our church to require an expensive piece of paper authorizing that a marriage was voided in order to move forward in life? In order to participate fully in our faith?
Are we seriously “invalidating” a 20-year marriage for one spouse at his request, after years of painfully rejecting the other spouse by isolating her from the church she devoted herself to? How does this mentally impact the children?
That afternoon I had a very clear understanding of Gandhi’s words when he said: “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”