Optimistic October

September was slippery and swift. Schools, students, and sickness. Reunions, rest, and reflection. My optimism hasn’t surrendered.

Welcome, October!

Sweet Surprise

She knew I was coming to stay. Picking her up from school with her Dad was a surprise! โ€œGrammy K!โ€ Her precious tiny voice boomed as she was escorted out of the building. Grasped in her tiny fingers was a picture she had started for me. Her sweet 5-year-old voice excitedly shared her day. Cloud Nine isnโ€™t high enough to describe how I felt. Elated? Elevated? It was pure heavenly. Talk about optimism!

Hours later she was tumbling, balancing, stretching, and swinging at gymnastics! It was pure joy to soak in the end of September with this doll. The trips to and from school were a delight! You know how I love schools so imagine my love for HER combined with the school! How will October top that? Like always, I’m optimistic.

Seasonal Social

Liberty, Missouri put on quite a show. The heat showed up with thousands of others. It was the quintessential heart of America hometown parade. Whitley and I found a spot to sit โ€œcriss cross applesauceโ€ on the street. Floats with singers, preachers, police officers, and pets. Marching bands, football teams, and more dance squads than one could count. Sweat was rolling like the candy being thrown. The swing ride was a perfect way to cool off!

SKILLED SPECIALIST

There were years of pain and unknowns B.C. (before cancer). Itโ€™s been 3 years A.D. (after diagnosis) and they’ve been filled with…SO MUCH (including love & laughter). Could they tell what I was thinking in the back seat? Did they know what this meant to me? This wasnโ€™t just a 30-minute trip into the heart of K.C. to see my new cancer specialist. It was a life-long trip within the heart of me.

The man driving me to St. Luke’s was my 2nd newborn whom I held with pride decades ago. My heart thought of his older brother working in Japan. Memories of yesteryear hurried through my head like the 70 mph speed limit. From his birth to meeting my precious daughter-in-love riding shotgun. Their lives, moves, and the birth of their baby. My precious granddaughter. Suddenly, I was in Alaska again with my other amazing โ€œbaby boyโ€, daughter-in-love, and two little grands. Before we ever got near the railroad tracks where he works, tears flowed like the Missouri River.

You see, this wasnโ€™t JUST a drive to an appointment. It represented everything good about life and the passage of time. That 30-minute drive reminded me of how 30 minutes in the past was the difference between life and death, a diagnosis and good health, a good decision and a poor choice, unemployment and a new career, walking to barely crawling, fully awake to sound asleep. Life can turn on a dime in 30 minutes (or LESS!).  

The team at St. Lukeโ€™s met us with kindness, professionalism, empathy, and humor. The doctorโ€™s gentle manner and expertise was realized right away. We shared tears when the word โ€œhopeโ€ was highlighted as he showed the โ€œkidsโ€ the new liver lesions that had returned. HOPE. You know how much hope I already have (and how I throw it all around like falling leaves and glitter!).

Whatโ€™s ahead? Another treatment here (and blood draw) next week to help strengthen bones. Iโ€™ll head back to Kansas City the end of October for scans. Itโ€™s not strange to me that I DONโ€™T have โ€œscanxietyโ€. When a statement like โ€œthis is a marathon, not a sprintโ€ is repeated consistently it sticks! You know what else is sticking? My faith, resilience, and utter relief in the Holy Spirit and my Savior.

So, September ended up pretty sticky. Sticky hot, stick-with-it attitude, and a bit of a sticky sickly feeling from traveling. Guess what else is sticky? My faith, resilience, and utter relief in the Holy Spirit and my Savior. If YOU find it, know it, live it, and relish in it, thereโ€™s nothing that can undo it! Itโ€™s best to stick with it for itโ€™s a power thatโ€™s unexplainable, undeniable, and also, my lifelong love story. Thereโ€™s nothing else for me to BE in October butโ€ฆoptimistic!

Friends, thank you for your patience as I navigate my journey. Between appointments, daily tasks, and inconsistency in health, I sometimes struggle to keep up in communication. Do you know how much you mean to me? Even more, do you know how LOVED YOU ARE? If you or a loved one suffers from a chronic illness, cancer, or any disease that impacts your livelihood, please reach out for help. YOU do NOT need to suffer! We have a Savior that redeemed us! The great exchange! The sinless Savior died for us that continue to be messy humans. His righteousness died for our unrighteousness! I’m not talking religion–I’m speaking about a relationship. Ah, the great surrender.

THAT is the reason I plan on having an OPTIMISTIC OCTOBER.

Have hope. Find faith. YOU ARE LOVED. ๐Ÿ’š

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Community Call

It was small-town America in the 1970’s and 80’s. Basketball and softball games, parties, church gatherings, neighborhood garage sales, bonfires, and face-to-face fun! There was even a time when home visits were scheduled to meet neighbors (gasp!)! Some of us would even Christmas carol during the holidays. Halloween included the whole town, not just one โ€œsafeโ€ neighborhood. Everyone knew everyone and everything. A tiny Main Street, a small school, a hometown grocer, a bank, gas stations, and many steeples. The bookmobile even visited in the summer (an idea I hadโ€”bring back the mobile bookstore in an RVโ€”The โ€œRoaming Readerโ€). My community was small, and I still love it.

Growing up in a small community had its advantages. It was tight-knit, similar in people and experiences, and unique to its culture. Shared experiences, good or bad, can bring a community together. They can also separate them. Communities have cliques. Communities arenโ€™t perfect. Weโ€™re human-so how can they be? The community from which I recently moved was โ€œmade upโ€ of several tiny towns. Before that, a campfire was a central meeting spot to create community at the campground I lived and worked! Do you enjoy your community? Do you feel a sense of community where you live?

Cultivating a cooperative community requires miracles effort. Do we even desire community? Or would we rather keep to ourselves?

Recently, I checked on my near 87 year old neighbor, and retired pastor, Edward. His first words to me were, โ€œWhy am I still here?โ€ At his VA check-up he was asked, โ€œDo you ever feel like not being here?โ€ โ€œOf course!,โ€ he replied to the nurse; who looked strangely at him. โ€œShouldnโ€™t every Christian feel that way?โ€ He told me she laughed in understanding. Edward DOESNโ€™T want to dieโ€ฆhe just knows whatโ€™s waiting. And heโ€™s lonely. My neighbor to the right of me, Ms. Pat, is so lovely. Across the street is a precious young family (reminds me of my own sons and their families). To the left, another incredible small family. There are several singles, like me, living among the neighborhood. Another neighbor and his wife invited me to church. Generally, we all wave, close our garage doors, and slip into our homes.

Could we start an infection of kind invitations? What if we looked outside of ourselves to SEE others. Yes, itโ€™s hard. Itโ€™s not easy to LOVE or even less, just to LIKE (unless you tap it on a screen). Maybe being alone is safer? Or maybe your safety is being only with those who look, think, say, and feel as you.

If we donโ€™t share the same values, beliefs, and experiences, we may not get together for personal coffee chats often. Iโ€™ve had situations in which I โ€œmorphedโ€ into someone I don’t know. Faith-grown maturity halted that. At my very CORE is a love for God. At your core, who are you? What do you believe? Even if we donโ€™t agree, I will try very hard to show love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (I want to be VERY FRUITY-Galations 5:22). YOU and I are STILL valued as community members; or should be. A community canโ€™t be created without communication. Certainly, Facebook, Instagram, or other social media outlets are a form of communityโ€”there are reasons why I prefer face-to-face. The community in which Iโ€™m writing about is not about whether one is married or single. Iโ€™m talking about the DESIRE to contribute to the human race. Ironically, many goals and visions of schools in my past included, โ€œTo become a productive member of societyโ€ (now, letโ€™s add, โ€œ โ€ฆby working remotely from home, 90% on my device, to develop authentic and long-lasting relationships?) Iโ€™m not trying to sound cheeky. Itโ€™s my observations.

Why is this on my mind? Last week a dear friend and I had a conversation about this very topic (and our shared โ€œlongingโ€ for the mountains). It wasnโ€™t a โ€œcoincidenceโ€ that community had been on both of our hearts. Both of us have experienced a community campground that is near and dear to our hearts. Two days later I was commenting on a blog post about community. So WHERE do we create community? At our workplace? In a church? At a campground? In our homes?

Workplaces offer unique situations; we donโ€™t CHOOSE who we work around (or most of us donโ€™t). What can WE do to create a sense of community? How do we stop the spread of indifference, unconcern, coldness, insensitivity, passivity, detachment, and boredom? Can we provide a booster shot of care, concern, sensitivity, warmth, passion, interest,โ€ฆand LOVE? Could we prevent cynicism? Many might criticize modern-day churches due to mixed messages or politics (because we canโ€™t have life without politics, correct?). There are many things I may not agree with in organized religion, but I donโ€™t discredit people, with shared values and beliefs, operating and living with the truth and GOODNESS of God. My truth may not match what you believe to be true. I will listen to yours. Letโ€™s have a dialogue and conversation. Youโ€™d also like to talk about a new show youโ€™re watching? I will try to find interest; listen and relate the best I can! Families? Grandkids? Nature? Or history? Iโ€™m all about that! Do you know Jesus? Iโ€™m really all about him, too.

Last weekend I watched a movie titled, โ€œLandโ€. After experiencing an unthinkable tragedy, a woman secluded herself in the mountains of Montana. She had no desire to be around humans. The actress, fishing in her flannel, was surrounded by stunning scenery. For many reasons, I could relate. Mountains and the river were her community; then another human came along at just the right time (it helped that they both communicated well with one another after TIME). Itโ€™s easy for me to want to seclude myself. Itโ€™s easy to be a loner (especially when facing health challenges). After learning to love myself, being alone wasn’t a bother. It can be inconvenient, yes, it can be lonely at times,โ€ฆbut God reminds me Iโ€™m NEVER alone. HE COMMUNICATES BEAUTIFULLY.

Heavenly Father, you got me right in the heart, right on time. ๐Ÿ’š

Tragedies are occurring daily; friends close to me are living with the unthinkable. Can we reach out? Can we help create a compassionate community? Can we cause a crumbling of comparison and callousness? Will we nurture neighborly? Can we extend an invitation? Iโ€™m so thankful for the communities in which Iโ€™ve lived, the relationships Iโ€™ve had and have now, and the ones Iโ€™m left to cultivate during my time here. Itโ€™s a bit tricky, given my current health journey, but I can STILL be better at community (my doctorโ€™s office is its own little community filled with amazing humans!). No matter what, surrounded by a loving community or alone, you are loved. ๐Ÿ’š

Have faith ๐Ÿ’›


 

“And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.” Hebrews 10:24-25

Community Call:

Friends (some of you Iโ€™ve known my entire life and others for a few days, weeks, months, and years), Iโ€™m so thankful for you and our community here. Itโ€™s such an authentic and heartwarming place! To keep my creative side growing, Iโ€™ve designed 3 logos for Flannel with Faith. Iโ€™d love to take a โ€œcommunityโ€ vote on your favorite one. Feel free to join in and choose your favorite! Thank you for being such a collaborative and considerate community. ๐Ÿ’• Your friends, Karla & Finn



 

 

 

 

 

 

A Needed November

Happy November, friends! Many of you subscribe to my newsletter-some only to the blog. Creating a newsletter was a requirement for many years. For me, it was a joy. Communication is everything. One course in self-publishing emphasized sending a newsletter or something “special” to email subscribers only. Given the effort, creativity, and time required I’m sharing with ALL MY FRIENDS here in this space. In the past, I included a monthly calendar. Now my newsletter has morphed into my own “small chunks” of writing and updates on my life. I’ll try to include a corny joke and information about my cancer! Not only is this using a creative side of my brain that I need to keep sharpening, but it allows me to reflect one month at a time. There will be some months I may not be able to create one. While I’m morphing and changing with circumstances my email might be used for other purposes or announcements. Those that have subscribed know that I do NOT send many emails; nor would I ever share your address! There’s ALWAYS an opt-out option!

Speaking of opt-out…I choose to NOT opt out on feeling thankful, showing gratitude, and reframing negative thoughts into necessary niceness. One can’t be cheery all the time! But I can change my own mindset with little effort if I choose! November, I needed you. You hold a special time of year. Slow down, please. May the anticipation of the season (as seen in the eyes of my “grands”) and the hope of holidays create a gravy of gratitude that flows like my faith.

“I will praise Godโ€™s name in song and glorify him with thanksgiving.” Psalm 69:30

Have faith ๐Ÿ’š