Challenge

When my son was young, there was much talk among his teachers about the best way to challenge him ~ they meant his mind of course, for he was extremely bright, a brightness that I suspect isolated rather than illuminated him at times.   Sadly, few of them ever got it right, ever discovered the magic formula that would inspire him to reach beyond himself, to push past the self-imposed boundaries, to overcome the fears. Gwen Bell asks a similar question on her Best of 2009 Blog Challenge.  Something that really made you grow this year ~that made you go to your edge and then some. What made it the best challenge of the year for you? 

Sometimes we challenge ourselves, and sometimes life imposes its own challenges upon us.  I'm not one to embrace challenge eagerly, and I admit to a preference for the status quo.  I like things comfortable in my life, like knowing I'm can remain in control, can maintain a familiar level of competence.   But my life in the past year has been filled with one challenge after another - major ones, like the illness and sudden death of two family members, my husband's job loss, my move to working full time - and minor ones, like a do-it-yourself home improvement project on our rental home and mastering a new set of skills in my job. 

Working my way through all these events, these changes, I was certainly brought to "my edge and then some" rather more times than I would prefer.  Sitting beside my aunt's hospital bed, holding her hand and listening to her final  labored breaths, something I had experienced only weeks before with her husband, life felt so unreal to me, so unbelievably devastating, I couldn't imagine a resolution.  Watching my husband, a man who has worked so hard to be the best in his field, have his job taken from him and be faced with the necessity of starting a career over again in an uncertain world, was more heartbreaking than I could believe.

 There were moments when it seemed I would be overcome by all the challenges before me,  when I felt like I was far too close to the edge to ever find my way back down to safety.  The last thing on my mind in those horrific days was whether I was "growing," whether I was learning or becoming a better, stronger person. 

But, I was.  You see, against all odds (or so it seemed) I've risen to all those challenges, at least in some form or another.   Life has evened out, and though there is sadness, there are rays of hope; though I am weary, I feel a sense of satisfaction, much like a runner must feel at the end of a race.   There is peace now and gratitude for having come through not only intact, but stronger, smarter, and more sure of my life and it's purpose.  All those days of just putting one foot in front of the other and keeping on have paid off, at least in this moment, for I feel almost secure again, almost ready to trust in the life that has always before been quite good to me.

There have been angels in my life who  encouraged me to take up challenges  - personal and professional ones - to spread my wings artistically, to explore new horizons literally and figuratively.  This past year, the angels have come in different forms, largely unseen and sometimes quite unwelcome.  But the inspiration has been there, the need to rise up and confront hard things, and in that confronting you do grow, whether you want to or not. 

There is no magic formula for challenge, for each one of us responds in our own unique manner to the gauntlets thrown down before us.  My challenges in 2009 - each and every one of them - have taught me something new about myself and about surviving. 

It's been quite illuminating.

Comfort and Joy

Usually at this time of year, I'm a hot mess of frantic activity, running from one rehearsal to another, slogging through slush and cold, toting music bags and work bags and shopping bags from place to place. But there's something different about this year.

It's rather quiet, and calm...dare I say even peaceful?   I've decorated the house, and done the cards.  I toyed with the idea of actually baking something (don't laugh, I have been known to bake things on occasion), and even pulled a few cookie recipes out of magazines.  Yes, I actually sat down in a chair long enough to look through the December issue of a magazine.   In spite of all the upheaval and sadness that have characterized the past several months, this season I feel an unusual sensation of peace.

Next Tuesday, our church is having a special service entitled "Comfort and Joy."  It's designed for people who are having a hard time getting into the spirit of the season - for those who have suffered losses of family members, who are in the process of divorce or family troubles, who are jobless or even homeless.  When this service was first announced some weeks back, I immediately marked the date onto my calendar, for this has been a year when loss abounded for me. 

But as Tuesday approaches, it's almost as if I no longer feel the need to go, as if comfort and joy have already found me.  Somewhere in the midst of decorating the house, placing the angel figurines on the mantel, scattering white candles around the house, and filling this Fitz and Floyd plate with golden ornaments, the spirit of Christmas has finally found me.

Comfort and joy comes to each of us in different and sometimes unexpected ways.  Often for me it comes through music - and it's a curious thing that the avenue which sometimes causes me the most anxiety and wear during this time of year also brings me the most satisfaction and joy.  There are others who find joy in cooking and crafting, or shopping and wrapping.  Of course the time I spend with my family and my friends is a great source of comfort and joy, for what is more evocative of the spirit of Christmas than sharing happy times and memories with the ones we love.  And though it may be tinged with sadness, for always there are thoughts of days gone by when children were small and families were whole, there is still comfort in the smiles, laughter, and even the tears that come from long years of shared experiences.

Perhaps it's simply a matter of having  taking  time this year, for I have consciously stepped back from many of the demands usually placed on me this season.  My rather small Christmas shopping list has been further diminished by a decision to make donations to charitable organizations in honor of those friends for whom I usually buy trinkets or gift cards.  Our gift to ourselves this year is a week spent in Florida with our son and daughter in law and we'll be driving down so we can take Magic and Molly along.  But somehow, the thought of an 18 hour car ride seems relaxing rather than daunting. 

It's quite a miracle really, this sense of golden peacefulness I'm feeling.  I half expect to wake up in the morning  my usual anxiety ridden December self.

Then again, maybe not. Maybe this year I have some extra angels watching over me, gently smoothing my furrowed brow and bringing tidings of comfort and joy just for me.

I hope so.  And I hope you have some too.

So, how about you?  What brings you comfort and joy in the midst of the holiday season?

What's In A Name?

When I was small, one of my favorite "make-believe's" was being a newspaper reporter.  Someone had given me an old Remington manual typewriter with keys so hard to push that it took a Herculean effort from my stubby little fingers.  Nevertheless, I soldiered on, typing away at a battered office desk tucked under the attic eaves.   I can't remember a single "story," but I know they were always important, and I was always on "deadline."

As I grew, the dream grew with me.  In sixth grade, I started my own class newspaper, which my friends and I typed laboriously on the old fashioned mimeograph sheets (the kind with the blue backing which left those same stubby fingers smudged in cobalt ink).  In middle school, I went on to become the editor of the school newspaper, and began to use the written word to fight for causes I believed in -like getting our bus driver to stop looking the other way when kids smoked in the back of the bus.

When I got to high school, my keyboard of choice changed.  I began playing piano in earnest, accompanying, performing, competing, all of which left little time for writing.  But the yearning to see my name and my thoughts in print - my byline- never left.

Fast, fast forward to 2006, and the miracle of the internet which allows everyone to create their own little journalistic corner of cyberspace.  Finally, a place to write, to pound away at the keyboard to my heart's content.  A place to stretch those long dormant writing muscles and express all the thoughts I had about life in general and my own in particular.

What better name for a place like that than Becca's Byline?

How about you? How did you name your blog?  Ruth is collecting those stories...share yours  with her and the rest of us, won't you?

Black Friday Madness

Okay, call me Scrooge, call me old fashioned, call me  a stick in the mud, but I simply don't get it. When and why did the holiday season become this frenzied, maniacal rush to buy things at the cheapest possible price?

The lead story on our local news was actually about people camping out all night in tents at the entrance to Best Buy, hoping to get in on the rock bottom Black Friday sale prices on all the latest and greatest electronic stuff.  Meanwhile, not five miles down the road, there were scores of homeless people who would consider themselves lucky to have the tent those folks were lounging in, much less the big screen tv they were all hepped up about buying.

I just don't get it.

"It's fun," one shopper who had been out hitting the malls since 4:00 a.m. was quoted as saying.  "We start out earlier every year, and see how long we can go.  It's fun to try and get the best deals.  It's a tradition."

Well, at least I'm comforted to know she values tradition.

Forgive me, but I think these folks are all absolute nutters.  Can they find no better use for their time and money?  And have they no sense at all about the true meaning of this holiday (if there is one left anymore).  Could any one of those folks so avidly searching for the latest video game or robot toy or perfect sweater for Aunt Sue and Uncle Bob stop and tell me how their frantic searching for cheap merchandise has anything to do with the birth of Christ?

Really, at the risk of sounding pious, it just seems sadly ridiculous that a holiday intended to celebrate the birth of a man the Christian world believes to be their Savior, a man who dedicated his simple life to the belief that mankind should live in peace and harmony with one another, and that true happiness could be found in doing good for others, that this holiday could become a paen to materialism and excess.

I have to admit, part of me feels a bit unpatriotic for my anti-shopping attitude.  The sad truth is that our American economy is counting on a  big shot in the arm from Christmas retail sales.  I certainly have every reason to hope the economy improves...but still, does it have to be at the expense of the true meaning of the season?

Forgive the ranting but all this shopping mania makes me hopping mad.  I've spent the entire bloody weekend trying to avert my eyes from the newspapers and tv commercials and internet ads proclaiming the greatest bargains of the year and rock bottom door buster prices.   I've been forced to spend my time reading, going for walks, listening to music, and of course eating some very good food. 

Poor me. (wink)

I will eventually have to go shopping, however, to purchase gifts to place under the Giving Tree at our church.  Gifts like hooded sweatshirts, warm hats, socks, and gloves, soap and shampoo, and children's books.  These will be given to some other folks who camp out on the streets of Detroit every day, not just on Black Friday, because they have neither a wide screen tv nor a home to put it in.  Small and simple gifts, but it seems to me they come a little closer to expressing what this holiday is all about.

UPDATE: As an antidote to all this madness, I've just joined the Advent Conspiracy, a group which urges people to focus on compassion not consumption during the Christmas season.   It encourages us to spend less on gifts, and spend more  time with our families and in activities that help other people.  Sounds like a good idea to me.

Grace

 

Through many dangers toils and snares

I have already come,

'Tis grace that brought me safe this far

And grace will lead me home.

 ~Amazing Grace, by John Newton

 

 I sat in church last Sunday and listened to our choir singing these words.  This is my favorite verse of one of my favorite hymns, and as many times as I've heard it and sung it, it had special meaning for me last week. 

Whether one calls it grace or faith or luck, there is something that keeps us moving forward through all kinds of adversity, something that mends broken hearts, strengthens tired spirits, gives us the courage to pick ourselves up and go on.  It is truly amazing, and I'm thankful for it.

May today bring you and yours all the grace you need, for whatever reason you need it.

Happy Thanksgiving.