Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Breath Praying Through the Journey of Grief #9

One of our authors, Lois Hoogeveen, lost her husband in early March to a battle with cancer, which began just 3 months earlier. Jim and Lois had pastored 5 churches, 2 they planted. At the time they were hit with this disease they were transitioning into specialized transitional ministry for the next season of their full time ministry. They were and are good friends of Ascending Leaders. Through the journey with cancer, Jim and Lois wrote and shared their "breath prayers," each day. "Breath Praying" is something they had first learned seven years ago from the Ascending Leaders Christ Habits book Prayer: Listening to God's Voice.

Since Jim's passing, Lois has been continuing to write excellent reflections on this journey along with breath prayers. She has consented to allow us to share some with you. Lois is also the core author of one of our newest workbooks:  Your Pathways: Strong Connection with God.


Breath Prayer: I AM WITH YOU
Lois Hoogeveen
August 26, 2012

There, that’s done. I’ve said this many times, sometimes audibly, sometimes silently, after a big event, a special worship service or a challenging situation. The message of There, that’s done is broad. It holds feelings of accomplishment as well as relief after hours of preparation and anticipation leading up to the situation that warrants this response.

This week was a There, that’s done week. A funeral. A tombstone. An anniversary. Attending the first funeral since my husband’s, I found myself struggling to breathe as I waded in the pool of lament for the one I had lost five months ago. The tombstone that marks my husband’s grave, which I saw for the first time this week , stood as a monument of the finality of the death of my beloved. Anticipation of the day that should have been our wedding anniversary sent my emotions into a wild tailspin. 

How long O Lord?  This is another phrase I have repeated many times, sometimes audibly, sometimes silently, these past months through days of struggle, sickness, death and grief. Sitting at my husband’s gravesite on our wedding anniversary day, seeing his name forever etched on the headstone that stately stands where he is buried, the words of the Psalmist poured out of my soul, How long, O Lord? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? (Psalm 13:2) My husband is gone from this life. He is in glory. I am left with a huge void in my life. How long will this pain last?

In some ways it seems that death visited long ago and I should no longer be feeling so much sorrow. In fact, I have had weeks where the sadness has been less intense. But then this week came with a wham, wham, wham of firsts that again ripped open my heart and soul.  I cannot say, There, that’s done. But I can hear God saying to me, I am with you. How do I know God has not left me or forsaken me? I hear it in His Word. I feel it in my soul.  I experience the presence of God through the calls, visits and emails of family and friends. Never underestimate how you, as a member of the Body of Christ, are the hands and feet of Jesus on earth.  Although I do not understand the mystery of prayer, I believe in the power of prayer.  I have experienced unexplainable strength, comfort and peace on days that I anticipated would be unbearable. This, I believe without a doubt, is because God is responding to the prayers of His people.  I have received good returns on everyone’s prayer investments.

I do not believe grieving will ever be done. I believe it is a condition that I will live with for the rest of my life. "When you lose a mate, you lose part of yourself," says Dr. Jim Conway. "It's as if you've had an amputation of an arm or a leg. I think that you don't really recover; you adjust, and the process of adjusting varies with every individual. There's no formula." Beverly Lewis says, “You do heal, but you are never the same.” I believe the symptoms of grief will become less intense and the frequency of their appearance will decrease. I believe there will be days when I might not feel sorrow in my heart. I believe that the Lord God is always with me. I believe that He can take away my fears, my sorrow and my emptiness and in its place fill me with His Presence and His Peace.

I Am With You I have called you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord, your God….Do not be afraid, for I am with you. Isaiah 43:2,3,5

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Breath Praying Through the Journey of Grief #8

One of our authors, Lois Hoogeveen, lost her husband in early March to a battle with cancer, which began just 3 months earlier. Jim and Lois had pastored 5 churches, 2 they planted. At the time they were hit with this disease they were transitioning into specialized transitional ministry for the next season of their full time ministry. They were and are good friends of Ascending Leaders. Through the journey with cancer, Jim and Lois wrote and shared their "breath prayers," each day. "Breath Praying" is something they had first learned seven years ago from the Ascending Leaders Christ Habits book Prayer: Listening to God's Voice.

Since Jim's passing, Lois has been continuing to write excellent reflections on this journey along with breath prayers. She has consented to allow us to share some with you. Lois is also the core author of one of our newest workbooks:  Your Pathways: Strong Connection with God.


Breath Prayer: SOAR
Lois Hoogeveen
August 12, 2012

I like to travel. I have had the privilege of traveling to destinations throughout the world, entering 46 of the 50 United States as well as 10 other countries. Preparation and anticipation are important aspects of any trip. My husband was great at planning all the transportation and lodging details. The first step was, of course, deciding where we wanted to go and what days we wanted to be there. Choosing the best mode of transportation to get there came next. If going by car, he studied maps to explore different routes, factoring in whether we wanted the fastest road or the most scenic one or if we wanted to go one way and come back on a different road. If flying, he diligently looked for the most convenient and least expensive connections from our home to our destination.

Packing is always a challenge for me, even after decades of traveling for work and pleasure. What will I need? What might I want to have? How much can I squeeze into my suitcase? What am I willing to leave behind? This challenge is greatest when I am flying. Can I take only a carry-on or do I do I need to check in a larger bag? Are my liquids in small containers and properly bagged to make it through security?  When I fly, I go to the airport, boarding pass in a safe accessible spot, check in, go through security and board a plane confident that the itinerary is correct, that the pilot knows how to fly the plane and that I am on the plane that will get me to the designated airport. Seldom do I see the pilot, yet I trust him. I do not understand the mechanics of the plane, but I believe it will lift me off the ground, carry me for hundreds of miles in the air and then bring me back down in another city, state or country. Sometimes weather or mechanical problems mess with my plans, resulting in missed flights, the hassle of rebooking on another flight, finding a different gate and then waiting. Revised itineraries take extra time and extreme patience.

When I traveled for work, I was frequently greeted in the baggage claim area by someone whom I had never met before and then proceeded to get in a vehicle with him or her.  I seldom had doubts that the driver was a safe person to be with, knew where he or she was going and would provide trustworthy transportation for me. Often my destination was a place where I had not been before and so the scenery was new and unfamiliar. I enjoyed the experience and opportunity travel offered me. However, as much as I like to travel, I also know that when the trip nears the end, I am usually tired and ready to return to the security and safety of my own home.

My husband and I had our life travel plans mapped out for approximately the next ten years, trips that would take us to places we wanted to see and things we wanted to do before we went to our Final Destination. We were excited about opportunities and adventures that were ahead. Until Cancer moved in like a mighty storm and messed up our plans. My husband was escorted into Heaven, but I was left behind to continue traveling on earth without him. I lost my travelling companion. Although it feels like everything has changed, I know that is not true. Heaven is still my destination. The cross is still my boarding pass. God is still my Travel Agent. He planned the itinerary of my journey before I was even born. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:16) And I know He has purchased a one-way ticket for me.

Although I cannot see my Pilot, I have faith that He knows what He is doing. Right now I feel safest sitting on the tarmac and I am not sure I even want to take off. Adjusting to the changes on my revised itinerary takes time and patience. Yet I believe that my Travel Agent has a plan to help me again find joy on the journey. I think He will show me new places as well as bring me back to familiar places and help me see them from a new perspective.  I am trying to not weigh myself down with too much baggage because I know that will only make me tired. The question is What am I willing to leave behind?

SOAR  Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:28-31

Monday, August 6, 2012

Breath Praying Through the Journey of Grief #7

One of our authors, Lois Hoogeveen, lost her husband in early March to a battle with cancer, which began just 3 months earlier. Jim and Lois had pastored 5 churches, 2 they planted. At the time they were hit with this disease they were transitioning into specialized transitional ministry for the next season of their full time ministry. They were and are good friends of Ascending Leaders. Through the journey with cancer, Jim and Lois wrote and shared their "breath prayers," each day. "Breath Praying" is something they had first learned seven years ago from the Ascending Leaders Christ Habits book Prayer: Listening to God's Voice.

Since Jim's passing, Lois has been continuing to write excellent reflections on this journey along with breath prayers. She has consented to allow us to share some with you. Lois is also the core author of one of our newest workbooks:  Your Pathways: Strong Connection with God.


Breath Prayer: CLOTHED
Lois Hoogeveen
August 5, 2012

I only wore designer clothes when I grew up. The designer was my mother. Every garment I wore was a product of my mother’s creativity and skill. She taught me and my four sisters how to sew. We learned to follow the guide sheet as we pinned the pattern pieces to the fabric, cut them out and then sewed them together one by one until the garment was complete. The tools of this craft include pins, scissors, sewing machine, needle and thread. And the seam ripper. Mom said we could not sew without a seam ripper. Sometimes we needed it to take something apart that we had done wrong. Other times we used it to undo seams that required adjustment to make the garment fit better. The iron was another essential tool for sewing.  We learned the importance of pressing each seam as we assembled the pieces and then giving the entire garment a final pressing to complete the project.

No fabric was wasted. Unused fabric was cut and sewed together to make beautiful quilts. Even fabric from clothes we no longer wore was used in quilts. Many years later, these quilts are good conversation starters since they hold memories of clothes we made and wore when we were kids.

God is the Master Designer of my life. He has taken the fabric of my personality, natural talents and spiritual gifts and stitched them together with the people and experiences in my life to make me who I am. Over the years the unique style into which He crafted me has become comfortable. Now I feel like the garment of my life has been attacked by the seam ripper. Some of the stitches that held me together have been severed and the fibers of my very being are stretched and weakened. I am pressed down by the hot iron of loss and change. Some days I feel like I am being scorched. Yet I know this painful process has the potential to open seams and flatten wrinkles in my life.

I wonder how God is going to redesign the fabric of my life. What will the new pattern look like? What will be the same? What will be different? What will be the purpose of the new style that is in the making? I believe nothing will be wasted. I do not know what kind of crazy quilt will be designed from the scraps of my life, but I trust that it will have a purpose, that it will have a message for my children and grandchildren.

Although I am uncertain about what the new Tailor-made design of my earthly life will look like, I know for sure that I am forever clothed in His love and grace and He has prepared a robe of righteousness for me that will never fade or tear, a robe I will wear throughout eternity.

CLOTHED I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness. Isaiah 61:10