My aunts on my mom's side of the family came to visit Texas for the first time for my high school graduation back in 2010. Pictured above are my Aunt Sarah, myself, my Aunt Sheyla, my sisters, Ayana and Kerissa. Fun times.
Monday's Meme: Yes I Is
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A Song for Sunday: King of My Heart
ARTIST: John Mark & Sarah McMillan
ALBUM: Live at the Knight
Some Reflection on loss and life
There comes a time in each of our lives when we must face the pain of loss and the reality of death. Until recently, I had only glimpsed that experience in the lives of others, and even come close to it in my own family, but not truly encountered it. This past memorial day weekend however, my grandfather passed away, and so my turn to really experience loss of my own had come.
My grandfather when he came to visit us in Texas a few years ago.
My grandfather would have been 80 years old this July. Nearly 80 years on this earth is a pretty good amount of time, but no amount of time ever really seems long enough. As it so happens, this last year and half proved to be a year and a half longer than we expected to have him with us. He had been ill for sometime and in the winter of 2014, doctors had determined that he likely had only 6 months to a year left. In the extended period of time that he managed to outlive that prognosis, he went through quite a lot of pain and suffering, slowly withering away in his hospital bed. He held onto his faith, as he was an ardent believer, but I know he also looked forward to an end in his suffering. I believe that he was ready to go, and so while his passing hurt me, I knew that it was a blessing for him.
My Uncle Jimmy asked me how I felt after the funeral and I shared with him that sitting in the room with the open casket and the body throughout the service was like an out-of-body experience for me - so surreal. I process grief in my own way and that too made me feel like an outsider in the midst of family and friends whose grief was more apparent, while I was just so . . . composed.
We discussed more aspects of loss and grief and my Uncle Jimmy raised the point that a funeral for Christians differs from others, because we have not just the hope, but the certainty of knowing that those we have lost are in a better place - the best place as a matter of fact. So while we mourn the loss of those we lose, and oftentimes the circumstances under which we lost them, we also celebrate what many believers refer to as their home-going.
Of course that hope does not take away the pain of waking up to a world where you no longer see or hear or hold them every day.
This week a dear friend of mine lost her little boy, Will. She brought him into the ER with stomach pains and had to leave the hospital without him the next day. Will was only 4 years old. When I came upon the news, I had to sit down. It was shocking and painful and it felt so unfair. I cried for these reasons and for the pure sadness of it all. That was how I felt, and I had not even known him really. I could hardly imagine how she was feeling. I think of her having to lay him to rest and say her goodbyes soon and everything going on around me seems insignificant.
So within the past two weeks I find myself trying to process these two partings from the world, and I wake up this morning to the news that a 22 year old girl was shot and killed. Christina Grimme gets murdered at her own meet-and-greet and the murderer takes his own life as well. Where is the sense in that? A happy, healthy girl who was bringing joy to so many people is now gone from this world, not because of some uncontrollable illness, but because someone who had no right whatsoever decided to end her life.
I think about her family, who is surely hurting from this loss and also having to share that loss, which is typically reserved for family and friends, with all of her fans. I think about the man who took her life and his. He too had a family and presumably friends, who despite the actions that he took in his final hour, loved him and will miss him. His family will have to bear the weight of the public's perception of a man who was to them simply son or brother or friend, maybe even husband or father, as they are mourning.
As grim or cliche as it may seem, I also think of all the people who die each day without my notice. When you lose someone your world operates in its own realm of time - in slow-motion, or on pause, or stopped altogether. In the meantime, the unknowing world around you continues to move along at its increasingly rapid speed.
It's been 2 weeks since I laid my grandfather to rest, and already I am back on the world's time. You have to go back to work or school or whatever it is you do with your time on a daily basis. And you can't stop living. But maybe, just maybe you can slow down.
As I look around and see for just a moment how much pain and loss there is to be dealt with, it occurs to me that I don't make enough time to do the things that matter. I do not say "I love you" enough or check in on friends and family enough. I don't spend enough time with the people I love and have the good fortune to have near me.
I do not want to find that I waited until someone was no longer here with me to bring them flowers and sing them songs and tell them all the things that I loved about them. I don't want to wait until they cannot be here with me to celebrate their lives and their character or their gifts, which we will later refer to as their legacy.
My grandfather's legacy is his faith and his ministry. Little Will's legacy seems to be the joy that he had and brought to others. Christina Grimmie's legacy seems to be her kindness, her sincerity, and of course her music. Though we might ache a little when we remember them and cannot hold them, we'll forever be blessed by their legacies and our memories of them, and we can take comfort in that. More importantly, we can take comfort in the fact that these were believers and so they are at home in heaven, where someday those of us who believe as they did will join them.
Until that time comes for me, I hope that I will have the wherewithal to make the most of my time here - to live in such a way that I can offer to others the hope of heaven that I have. I hope to strengthen my faith, so that I can be privy to the peace that God offers in times like these, and share that with others as well. I hope that I will find and/or make the time to spend with family and friends and to celebrate them regularly. I want to give my flowers and my songs and all my love today, while they are still with me and I am still here. I don't know how long it will be before I see them in heaven, but I thank God that I will, and I intend to make the most of my time here until I do.
Throwback Thursday: The Vespers (My 1st Concert)
My first ever "photo with the band", after watching them deliver incredible live music on their fall tour last year.Pictured from left to right are Taylor Jones, our friend Jaynie, my sisters, Kerissa and Ayana, me, Callie Cryar, and Bruno Jones. Unfortunately, we didn't get to meet Phoebe Cryar (the last member of the band) before she headed out to be with her baby, but family comes first, and that's alright.
Monday's Meme: That Little Train that couldn't . . .
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A Song for Sunday: How Can It Be
ARTIST: Lauren Daigle
ALBUM: How Can It Be
Fun Friday: Peppa Pig at her finest
My brother showed me this clip sometime ago. I'm not sure how he came across it, but it seriously cracked me up and for whatever reason it crossed my mind today. Let's be real - even the best of us can relate to what's going on here and Peppa Pig's response just about sums up human nature.
Throwback Thursday: Kerissa Georges, Teacher in Training
My sister, Kerissa, the teacher in training since 2001.
Tuesday's Ten: 10 Sensory Childhood Memories
The Georges siblings B.Z. (Before Isaiah)
Who knows what we were even doing here? And who cares? Childhood is so carefree.
- Childhood looks like New York streets in yellow taxi cabs. And in a green Saturn. And in a beige Ford Taurus. Interesting people and places whiz by. Graffiti murals stretch over building sides.
- Childhood sounds like car stereo playing 90s hits, and gospel cassettes, and eventually CDs, because we are so modern. Music never stops and technology is so exciting.
- Childhood smells like lemon cleaning products, because that is what clean smells like. There was Ajax until we had Joy and there was Pledge.
- Childhood tastes like cheesecake - Junior's strawberry cheesecake - the late night delight that dad brings home after work and the any occasion treat.
- Childhood feels like hugs and kisses from folks I can't name who love me all the same and from family gathered for miles and miles around.
- Childhood looks like Tulsa hills rolling to and fro and up and down, to school and to market, and best of all to home.
- Childhood sounds like opening credits and marvelous film scores. Composers' songs play over and over, out of my speaker and inside my head. - John Williams, James Howard, and best of all, Hans Zimmer.
- Childhood smells like eucalyptus resting in a vase on the small table in the entryway of our home, the first thing that I smell when I walk in the door.
- Childhood tastes like Little Debbie Snacks for lunch at school and for snack at home - yellow marshmallow creme pies, and mysterious cosmic brownies, simple oatmeal creme pies and double Swiss Rolls.
- Childhood feels like wind in my face - chasing a soccer ball down the field, swinging like a pendulum between sun and clouds, and zipping downhill on my bicycle wheels.
Monday's Meme: Because I do need this job
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I want to lay here contemplating like this for another couple of hours, but I really do need this job. *sigh*
A Song for Sunday: Us For Them
ARTIST: Gungor
ALBUM: One Wild Life: Soul
Fun Friday: The Obligatory New Year's Post
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Well, here we are in the year 2016. I wonder how long it will take for me to stop writing 2015 on everything. I skimmed over past New Year's posts that I had written. The first one was from 2012, which kind of surprised me - I hadn't remembered my blog going that far back. I wonder what else I've forgotten since then. In any case, I've written about past flaws and future hopes. Today I feel compelled to share one simple thing that I would like to see remain the same.
More than anything, I want my family's strength to stay the same. We have had a rough year with many personal changes in it. I just recently moved out of my parent's home into an apartment with my brother, Uriah and my sister, Kerissa. None of us is currently in school (we're on the kind of mandatory break that comes from a lack of funds to pump into tuition). That and many other such things have been difficult commonalities that we find we share. My youngest sister, Ayana is loving on her campus slaying academic life on her full ride scholarship. She made the Dean's List. Again. My youngest brother, Isaiah is a hot mess and the only child at home now. He's a freshman in high school with more talent than he probably knows. My parents each work long days. Stress has run high among us and tensions resulted. Details are not mine alone to share, but I will say the feeling was probably as far apart as we've ever felt. We are a tight-knit family, so this past year was challenging.
Do your family disagreements ever look like this? Ours would if our internal thoughts and feelings were projected outwardly. I'd be the one running my fingers through my hair and screaming.
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#ItsAlwaysSunnyInPhiladelphia
On Christmas Eve we all attended service together, which is customary, but was special this year, as we had not been at church all together for sometime. Schedules did not allow for everyone to attend New Year's Eve service together, but that's okay. I was glad to be there myself, although I must confess I had initially contemplated being elsewhere.
I was reminded of why I chose to be in church among believers as the new year rolls in. I was moved by the praise and worship, the message, and especially the testimonies. Those testimonies are reminders of God's power and grace in our lives individually and in this world.
I don't pray as often as I should, but it has been a prayer of my heart that my family find reconciliation in the coming year. Today in the true form of leadership that God intends for a father to hold in his family, my father made the first step in that direction. There was a clean slate and an olive branch presented. Talk about answered prayer!
The family (excepting Ayana, who headed out for an awesome conference this morning) shared in our traditional Haitian New Year's meal, soup joumou. What better way to start the year?!
As we all strive to make personal and other strides in the coming year I hope we'll maintain and grow the strength and unity that God built our family with.
A Song for Sunday: All the People Said Amen
Throwback Thursday: Ayana's semi-smile
Sometimes I sometimes insist upon photos for no reason in particular and my siblings are kind enough to oblige, even with close-lipped semi-smiles. Jokes aside, her smile is genuine, and my sister, Ayana is pretty awesome. She spent the day with me at work yesterday and sat on standby so that she could help me. This was taken about 2 years ago around the time that our church's new location opened.
Whatevs Wednesdays: Shaping up Summer
A friend of mine asked me in a text today whether I had determined any summer goals yet. I told her that I hadn't, as I am currently wrapping up things at my job. Let me tell you, the working the last 6-weeks in a school year is madness. We've had ups and downs, and flips and flops, and a whole lot of ants in our pants as countdown the days until summer.
I think summer is supposed to be kind of a break, and it will be, but the only time it seems I'll get to feel that is in the one week after the school year ends and before I start my summer job. That thought is slightly depressing. No summer goals yet, no summer vacation - what is this life? It's easy to feel a bit bummed out, but then I consider all that I have to be grateful for and excited about in summer.
For starters, my birthday is coming up, and while 23 is not some pivotal age, it another year in my life, and an excuse to celebrate me for a day. I'd say it's providence that my birthday falls around the same time as the Bath & Body Works annual summer sale. As much fun as it is to celebrate one's self for a day, I'm even more excited to see that day hopefully make a difference in the life of someone else as I take part in OneReasonRecordings' One Day, One Year campaign. In the week of my birthday I get to take the next step in an important process that I hope I can share about in due time. I get to continue in the great tradition of volunteering during VBS, which looks interesting and new this year. I'll also start working at my new job (which I signed paperwork for today). All that is just for June. With any luck I may be able to spend a week in Haiti with my mom's side of the family at the end of July. If I am not able to go I'm hoping to maybe go to Socality Live. Whatever adventure big or small that summer holds for me I will embrace it with open arms. That is my only goal right now, and I know that there will surely be more.
If your summer, like mine looks less exciting than all of your Facebook friends', don't be discouraged, just make the most of what you may experience in your own summer.
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Enjoy the simple pleasures, like the return of Dylan O'Brien - I mean the return of Teen Wolf on June 29!
A Song for Sunday: Death in His Grave
HAPPY EASTER!
Thank God for His death and resurrection, the inspiration and foundation of our faith.
Tuesdays Ten: 10 Words to describe how I feel about work and school right now
Sick
Tired
Sick
Tired
Sick
Tired
Sick
Tired
Sick
Tired
I never said they would be 10 different words. Perhaps you feel I've cheated.
Guess what . . .
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Throwback Thursday: Sibling Sing Christmas Edition
I don't remember what year this was, but we sang the closing song of the Christmas play at our church. Being a part of that play was a wonderful experience from which we grew many friendships and first started feeling plugged into our church. Singing with my siblings is one of my favorite things that I share with them, especially at Christmas time.
Monday's Meme: Marathon Champ
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If only I ran as many real marathons as I watch tv marathons . . .